

Tunani Short Story WIPSezina walked a gentle circuit over the dark green carpet that stretched from the audience chamber door to the raised platform upon which the curtained booth of the Ahan rested, the hem of her long dress trailing so softly that only the thick silence hanging in the air could provide the medium by which to hear it. She paused and regarded the many witnesses packed into the wings of the chamber, wondering in silence as to how many were present just for the chance that the venerated ruler of the Tunani might reveal himself. Sezina had concluded long ago that in many cases, there was no one in the booth at all and the true voice of the landTunani Short Story WIP
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