I recalled how I had felt during the spell in the woods. How it had felt like my very womb had split open, and it had been full of light, full of magic, full of warmth, and it had given me hope—and then it felt as though it had been taken, snatched from me by hate. But it hadn’t. It had just been suppressed. It was afraid, just as I was afraid now. That was the design of oppression.
