аннотация
At twenty-one, their names were taken from them. They were given a cloak, a bundle, and silence — then sent to «Grandmother.» But the forest is full of rules that beg to be broken. This is no tale of innocence. It is a journey into a place where submission is an art, pain a ritual, and the hunter fears the gaze of his prey. Who truly leads — the one who commands, or the one who obeys?
