Too Far for Comfort
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"--And we were not wrong," he said, and she tried not to believe him, either of them. She tried to remember all she'd been taught, through the years. Her cleverness, her success, her influence.
She failed. She fled their continuing disapproval, their scorn, their disgust. She left behind the house with the rugs that she remembered, with their bone-white silk and their scorch marks.
She did not weep. She had turned her back on those two. She cried out to her brethren, her teachers, but she was too far from home and her cries rang inside her skull, unanswered.