Rose shoved a birdcage out of the way to retrieve the painting underneath. It was the portrait Glenna had shown Wren last night. She held it up to the light. ‘That’s Ortha Starcrest,’ she said, in barely more than a whisper. ‘I’ve seen her once before. In a vision at the Mother Tree.’ She frowned as she beheld the girl sitting next to her. ‘But who on earth is that?’ Wren joined her sister by the window. Her gaze lingered on the other sister. A part of her didn’t want to say her name aloud, as though it held an ancient, wicked power. ‘That’s Ortha’s twin sister, Oonagh.’ Rose gasped. ‘Twins,’
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