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Achak, they had called themselves. A face unburdened by a mask with skin as black as Zimri’s, but glossy and made of different material than that of this world. They had a form constantly morphing from woman to man. A shape-shifting that was as fluid as a breeze rippling over a midnight pond. Achak was brother and sister with two minds sharing one body.
Arabessa realized then how painful it was to grow. To move forward into something new. How hard it could be to carve one’s own path and who might have to be left behind in the process.
