Since beginning the lessons on Poise, Miri had noticed a change in Felissa’s posture, a lengthening of her neck and a confident set of her shoulders. She did not seem to fit in the swamp anymore. “‘… and when he clambered over the first hill, he saw it,’” Sus said, reading from the book of tales. “ ‘The house where no one wanted to live, bathed with silver moonlight. He ached with fear, yet—’” “Traders,” Felissa said, looking toward the village. “Traders!” Miri leaped to her feet. “We’ll have to finish that story later, Sus. Excellent reading.” Miri grabbed the letters she’d written and ran into the village. She kept slipping as she walked, eventually realizing it was from trying to skip. She traced her feet’s inclination to skip back to a buoyancy in her belly, a raging hope in her chest, and up to the giddy idea in her brain that now that Jeffers was gone, she might get letters again! The traders were laying out their goods in front of what had been Jeffers’s house.
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