“Git off with ye!” The fat shopkeeper shooed the girl away with a wave of his towel like he was brushing away a buzzing fly. “Not wantin’ yer kind around here.”
Ariana ducked her head in mute apology and and backed away from the market stall. Other patrons glanced at her, then gave her a wide berth to allow her a clear exit. Nobody wanted to touch her or be touched by her. Her deformity was obvious.
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Thanks to @tanglebranch for the final read-through!
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