Chapter #28; The Colourbird’s Spotlight
Her neck cramped, it complained all around in a perfect seam. It was as if all the pain was coming from someone stitching her head to her shoulders like they do with rag dolls and plush toys. The loose threads of the ripped collar of her high neck were rubbing her skin, as well as the freshly cut strands of her now almost-bob-length choppy hair. When did I get a haircut? And who in the blades did I get to cut my hair? Leila finally managed to force her eyes open, finding herself in a room illuminated by the soft hues of the afternoon sun. It was Malam’s little room of comfort. It was mostly vacant, serene. There was only one other there. The sleeve on his right arm was rolled back, finally revealing the absence of the filthy bandaging that had been bothering him for the last few week
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