Chapter 12, Zorra Villa:
It had been two days since Ollie had been banished to the far side of the wall. The head of the coopers knew of a small bay outside the city walls. The climb up the cliff was treacherous, but it would be better for the refugees there than under the iron boot of Jo and those that followed him.
At least since the day of Ollie’s banishment, the downpour of rain had shifted to more of a drizzle. Not nearly as miserable to be caught out in as a deluge.
Jo had done a masterful job of casting doubt and fears on all who came from outside Zar. The most unfortunate of the people of the cracks were to blame for everyone’s sorrows, according to the new mayor.
Vigilantly, mobs had taken to the streets, lynching anyone they thought an outsider or stoning any that might have
