“Rusuto uiraandoa, hanba hanbamuyan, randa banunradan,” echoes his quiet song. “Tounjukanraa.”
“You believe monsters or gods will save you?” taunts the guard.
He ends the verse in a whisper to the moth in his hands, and it flies past prison bars. “I believe in both.”
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