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“Helen, what happened to you? You are covered in bruises, and I can see bald spots on your scalp. What are you doing on the floor? What happened to your dress? Oh my God, Helen, your face—your lips are swollen.”
“Shush, speak quieter. Even though, our hut is on the outskirts of the village, you never know who might be listening,” Helen spoke in a hoarse whisper. “Please, Tori, bring me some water and a bit of bread. I am not well. I will tell you about it anon.”
Altori took the pot of water off the hook over the small fire, dipped a cloth into it and quietly walked to her sister. “Let me wash you first, Helen—at least your poor face.”
Helen only nodded. Unable to stand, she lay on the floor.
Altori placed a pillow under Helen’s head and carefully washed her face and hands. They were…
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