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Fina looked at the crack in the tree. The amber light beckoned like a hearth on a winter night.

The old woman stepped closer. Her breath smelled of rain on hot stone.

"I'm what's left of her," the woman said. She tilted her head. "You ran away. You were supposed to be my hundredth child. The one that would finally fill me up again. Instead, you left a seed in my mouth. Did you know what that seed was?" Mother Village -Finished- - Version- Ch. 1 Fina...

"I become what I was always meant to be," she said. "A village without a mother is just a graveyard. But a mother without a village?" She laughed, low and hollow. "That's just a woman who forgot how to love."

Fina looked at the skeletons. Then at the glowing crack in the tree. Fina looked at the crack in the tree

She had been fifteen when the soil turned bitter. The cassava grew knotted and black at the roots, and the river shrank to a muddy thread. The Council of Roots—three old women with moss growing in their braids—declared a tithe: one child from every family to the Mother Tree, so the village might live.

The path down was overgrown with thornvines that hadn't been there before. She cut through them with a rusted machete, the blade singing against the thorns. Every step felt like wading through mud made of memory. Her breath smelled of rain on hot stone

Fina shook her head.