Beneath Ceaseless Skies - Slayer of Dreams by Auston Habershaw

Even here, in the midst of the mob, they could sense her power somehow. A feeling of unease, perhaps. Despite the crowd, no one touched her. Those who brushed against her clothing shuddered, though it was doubtful they knew why. The look on the hawker’s face had told all—she was alien, foreign, other. The people of Avissos did not like that; no Nyxian did. To people whose lives had been narrowed to a blind, purposeless pursuit, the idea of difference was frightening.