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I’d been to refugee camps before, but never like this one. It was a witch camp with around 70 women, outcasts from their own communities. They were the lucky ones, not having been beaten to death for supposedly causing some random misfortune in their village or family. They had made it here from hundreds of kilometers away in some cases, to seek the protection of the Gambagarana as only he, the great witch doctor, had the power to render their sorcery harmless. So there they remained, supporting each other in building new lives within a sanctuary bounded by local beliefs. | ||
-Yannick |