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“But history is written by the victors. How can we know what really happened if we weren’t there? We are, all of us, speculating …”
Fear is like the Veil. It’s always there. It’s up to you to still go through.
Look and listen. See and know. This is what you are.
“Those cards just make you think about what you want, and what you’re scared of. They make you face those things.
But nothing can predict your future, Cassidy, because futures aren’t predictable. They’re full of mysteries, and chances, and the only person who decides what happens in them is you.”
Stories have a way of making the world feel bigger, too.”
Look and listen. See and know. This is what you are. The words reserved for a ghost. But they hold true for the living, too.
I meet my gaze in the compact mirror’s reflection. “My name is Cassidy Blake,” I say softly. “I’m twelve years old. Last year, I stole from Death. I lived when I should have died. I stayed when I should have gone. I survived once, and I’ll survive again. My name is Cassidy Blake,” I say again. “And I will not be dragged into the dark.”
“Some events are so terrible,” says Mom, “they seep into the bones of a place. They stain its past, its present, and its future.”

