The bonfire's flames curled gold, crimson, and shimmery, snapping and
spitting into the black sky above. Seated around it, the crowd finally
quieted, waiting.
A plainly-garbed girl stood slowly, approached the fire with halting steps. Black hair, usually braided, spilled over gently quaking shoulders, held back by pearl-studded combs. Her face was down-turned and shadowed.
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