Not dozens. Hundreds.
Not cooking smoke. Not ceremonial incense. The thick, wet smoke of something burning alive . Mother Village -Finished- - Version- Ch. 1 Fina...
Fina shook her head.
"What do you want from me?" she asked.
In the next chapter: Fina walks the amber halls of the tree's memory, searching for the first lost child—a boy who has been waiting so long, he no longer remembers his own name. Not dozens