The sound of the crackling fire in the pit carried to her across the quiet slope from the amphitheater and filled her with revulsion. The low rumble of a hundred voices all talking at once disgusted her, like the Roman amphitheaters where lions devoured men while the crowds engaged in casual conversation.
“What is it, Salesti? How can I help you?”
The burning fire pit’s heavy smoke had settled over the island like a black fog. A swirling wind blew in from the sea, but the dark cloud persisted.
Shannon’s pale braid whipped into her face, a braid so long now that she could tuck the tip under her leg. She settled below the boulders and eased Salesti from her pocket, cupped in her palm. Stray hairs snapped around her face.
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