Hazel and Holly — Milled Messages, Part Two

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“Time for what?” Hemlock asked.

Hazel stared at the paper as a cold veil of realization settled over her. “It’s time to meet.”

“Who?”

“My father,” she whispered.

“How do you know?”

Hazel said nothing. She took the lock of hair and dropped the empty box on the ground. The hair was golden like spun flax. Just like Holly’s hair. Just like their mother’s. With shaking hands she untied the ribbon and pulled it free. On one side of the stiff fabric was a scrawli...