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The men with the hyena faces did what they had promised. “You will forget the face of your mother,” they said to him, so he did, between each crack of the lash. Instead, he learned how best to clean their […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“I cannot remember my home,” said Yaun. “We will beat it out of you eventually,” they said plainly, “Every trace.”
Yaun cried at first, for his family, but then the men, with their hyena faces and lolling tongues, would slap him until he stopped. “Dead men have no families,” they said to him. They painted his skin with the burned […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Yaun hid. The men roamed about the village, looking for him, two at a time, their feet treading down the soft earth of the smouldering village. Each footfall like a battering ram. “God and his saints will protect us,” his […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…