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Curious as I’d always been to know what existed beyond it, I didn’t dare set foot inside that misty labyrinth of trees. No one ever did, unless prodded by force, because The Eating Woods never returned what was given.
Emotions I was forced to keep hidden for fear of looking possessed by evil, as girls were often perceived when they felt too much.
What a terrible burden to watch something die.
“It’s yours now, girl. You must take it with you.” “Do you know what it is?” The clang of the quarter bell startled my muscles, despite being distant from where we stood, and on instinct, I looked toward the sky again. “It’s your penance. A life for death.”
“I also know that the delicate black rose doesn’t grow well in these parts. Our winters are far too cold for its fragile roots.”
“It’s true! Lilleven’s brother saw the whole thing. This girl is the anathema, a witch, and deserves banishment to The Eating Woods!”
“I don’t know. There’s nothing in the history books that speaks of anyone occupying this castle. Only that it belongs to Nyxteros.”
What looked to be Morsana, as she appeared on the first page of the puzzle book, stood over a baby lying in a bassinet, holding a rose similar to the one I clutched right then.
