Once upon a time, there was a girl cold as winter, greedy as a king, lonely as an orphan. She was a liar, a thief, and a wicked maid, who stole from the family that took her in and threw her lady mistress to the wolves. She did what it took to survive, and would not martyr herself for anyone. She was a little thief, and everyone said she died at the gallows. One day, she told her own story, and everything changed. I will keep telling it, this seventh tale, as long as I wish. (Seven is lucky, don’t you know?) I am the daughter of Death and Fortune; I have come down from the mountain with my
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