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Maegi interrupted the girl's reverie without meaning to, a ghostly shadow through the threshold of the wellspring.

She gave a nod to Nazli without meeting the young one's eyes and entered the water, sighing as the grime and pain of days past billowed from her, both physical and figurative. She closed her eyes, which fluttered upward beneath her limbs.

She paddled in the shallows, concentrating on the space she felt around her. Her toes skimmed the bottom—well, all but her clubbed foot.

Her womb still ached. She didn't know if it would ever cease.