'Much,' Lorna said. 'These poor people are beyond suffering now.'
'Unless their souls are still in torment,' I said. 'I wonder who they were, and why they were selected to be sacrificed.'
'These are the unwanted.' The woman stood in the darkest recess of the cavern, beyond the yellow glow of the candle. Her voice was low and clear, and I knew that nobody saw her except for me. 'These were the orphans and the unclaimed, the children of broken marriages, the scions of dead mothers, the prisoners of war and the unknown. They were honoured to be chosen for it gave purpose to their existence.'
'I was unwanted,' I said. 'I am not known,' I said. 'Nobody knows who I am. I don't know who I am.' I saw myself in the position of these sacrificed women. I saw myself becoming central to the existenc
