Chapter 5. The Masks

Year of the Lilies

Torrid Season

The River



SOAKED TO THE SKIN, I run as fast as my legs can carry me. My dress clings to me like a second skin and I feel my dripping hair stick to my forehead, cheeks and nape.

I just knew she won't be happy for me. But I didn't know her envy ran so deep that she unleashed a storm and in the Torrid Season! What would the people say? Would people suspect her? The stupid girl is going to get herself hanged if she doesn't control her witchcraft.

My heart is beating as loud as the talking drum and my legs wobble under me. I have to reach the market as soon a

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