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Daughter of Roots and Ruin
100 Faces in 100 Stories — No28
1 min readJan 28, 2023
I was born from the dirt below a sycamore tree. Every spring, the women of Vale would go to the boundary of the Great Woods and unearth the babes crying out from the soil. Nearly twenty years ago, I was one such child.
The woman who took me home was Merda, a dead soldier’s wife. She was a tough one to know and love, but she cared for me as if I were her own blood.
We became a family of two.
I thought I’d never know discontent.
Until the war began up north.
Then my would began to change.
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