Day after chain after shackle after more. I’ve been here for about a year, somehow still. You eat, then work, then eat, then work, then maybe eat, then always you work. Sunfall, you try to hold in enough of your tears to blossom in sleep. My people never deserved this.

Juliette was quicker than the rest. Nimble. Always picking out the freshest berries, climbing the tallest trees, and reciting the most beautiful poems. The whole town knew of her, the daughter of the Tar of the village. Though curiosity flowed through her, it’s also what sent our home into ruins.