Beloved of the Sun

She was supposed to die for her god, but his enemies have other plans.

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    “The cold saved her,” said the windy voice. I thought it belonged to one of the clay heads.

    “We could torture her, to make her speak,” said the man. “But it might not work, and it would defeat the purpose. The sacrifice must be without perceptible flaw, and she would almost certainly be damaged in the process.”

    The ant, having labored across the mat, set one delicate leg on the base of my thumb, then another.

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