Her name was Vesna and she had been a maker of glass.
That was the first thing she told them, once she could hold a cup, which took nine days: not what had been done to her, not what she wanted, but that she had made glass in a town whose name no longer exists, and that she had been good at it, and that her hands were ruined now and she would like everyone to stop looking at them.
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