Stranger in the AsocietyStranger in the Asociety
Stranger in the Asociety - by Adam Hoge
It is a clouded dawn over a small lakeside village. The sun lifts above the woods in the north as several doors open- and now more- and now the whole village is heading to the center courtyard where many empty tables await.
The villagers leave their homes with their heads bowed down. The children cling to their parents' hands for fear of running into something. The only audible noise is the wild percussion of over a hundred pairs of feet meeting the ground and lifting again. Nobody looks up, even as they pull satchels and sacks from over their s
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