The heat of the star on her bared head surprised her. It burned, and even her hair seemed to grow hot. She had never felt such a thing before.
Ishi IbSada welcomed the discomfort. It was a warning, a portent, a reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. This would be no easy revolution. But it had begun.
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