Ramora stood on the peak of Manas Wu. It had taken her six hours to climb the slope, but finally she was here. She took a deep breath and gazed down into the valley below. By now her mother would be preparing the evening meal. She wondered if she had even noticed Ramora was gone.
From this high up, it felt like she could reach out and touch the clouds. She sat down and waited. The fairy had said she would come. She felt in her pockets for the vial of potion and the silver coin. Freedom – she would buy her freedom from the fairy. It was the only way.
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