Reincarnated In Submission
The cellar door creaked open.
That was the first lesson: The flesh remembers its station even when the soul remembers its glory. reincarnated in submission
Then I stood, brushed the dust from my small dress, and walked out of the tent into the chaos of the rebel camp. Men were looting, burning, howling for the Warlord's head. None of them looked twice at a quiet child. The cellar door creaked open
