CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Once more, the villagers sat outside their huts, with Elisa and Rahul sitting on the charpoy next to Banjeet’s. Manoj, the boy who had given away his family members’ skulls, sat nearby, holding the bag of skulls near his chest as if he was hugging it, lost in memories of his family.
Everyone was drowning in their own distress. There was complete silence, a heart-pounding emptiness, as their brains worked to find a way to escape the village. Though it was not even just the village they would have to escape, but the entire city. They were scared. They could only run so far.
Dali had removed the shield. To verify this, Rahul threw a rock past the boundary in a random direction, and it simply landed on the floor instead of turning to dust. Some villagers left the village
