The Flames Of Shadam Khoreh (The Lays Of Anuskaya) - Plot & Excerpts
The sound of it echoed harshly in the immensity of the space. After taking a deep breath, she set the censer onto the coals and waited for it to heat. She held the knife in her left hand. Already her palm and fingers were sweaty. She swallowed as Ushai stood several paces away, staring down like an expectant mother. Atiana pulled back the right sleeve of her coarse linen robes. She slipped the blade of the knife beneath the bandages, the ones that had been set days ago after Atiana and the others had arrived. She pulled the knife sharply along the light cloth, cutting it free. She placed the knife near the other cuts and pressed it into her skin. The bright pain felt like the bursting of the sun from behind dark clouds. She watched as blood pooled in the cut, ran down the length of her wrist, and dripped down onto the censer. The drops sizzled. The blood blackened. Smoke rose. She felt sick, and still she squeezed her arm, forcing more blood to flow. When the bleeding had slowed to a trickle, she leaned over the censer and pulled the rising smoke toward her.
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