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the elders made a choice. No trial. No words.
when the night is quiet
the queen was weak. She looked old. Her skin sagged. Her hair was thin. On the mat was a boy. Alive. Tied. Crying.
the crying came back. Louder this time.
” she said.
the land would die.
someone knocked on my door.
” she said.
“Be careful.”
the queen announced a festival. She said the land was blessed. Drums played. People danced. No one spoke of the missing children.
but I knew I could not. The gates were locked at night.
” the queen said. “Like the others.”
but no sound came out.
the child was still.
but she was not moving.
the room smelled bad. Like blood and smoke. There were bowls on the floor. Dark stains on the mat. The queen stood near the wall. She was washing her hands.
” she said.
I heard crying. Not loud. Soft. Like someone trying not to be heard. It came from the inner room
it was one child. A boy who used to sell oranges near the gate. People said he ran away. Then a girl from the river side. Then another boy. Always poor children. Always children with no strong family.