Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. Be so good as to come this way. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees.
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