“Her skin was rubbed raw; she was jostled painfully, and rode that way for all the daylight hours and several more after dark. She offered no resistance. After a while, the enforcers stopped goading her. She had fulfilled her promise to her mother, some other woman’s mother, a shadow-mother. And her mother didn’t want her. Lilia really was no one, a ghost, caught somewhere between this world and another. Despair had overcome her. She looked at the world through a black well of darkness. They arr...ived at the camps the evening of the sixth day. Lilia smelled the camps before she saw them. She didn’t think that any smell could overpower that of the dogs, but the camps stank like a mass grave. They passed through a gate onto muddy ground that put Lilia in mind of a churned-up dung pile. The women did not untie her. They pushed her off the dog and into the cold mud. Lilia landed on her stomach and choked on slushy mud. She rolled over onto her side. From the gate ran stone walls capped in iron spikes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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