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You’ve always hated her, but you might
not know the whole story. .
.
Edith may not be brazen and enchanted like
her twin sister, Ember, but in a
world of dying magic, perhaps her simple
desires are enough.
After a Selection Banquet gone awry, Edith
is left without a suitor or a
plan. Befriending a little white fox and
occupying herself with a
philanthropic project outside castle walls,
Edith soon rebuilds morale and
musters enough courage to reach out to her
estranged twin sister.
But Ember’s been harboring an evil secret -
and thwarted love and jealous
can turn acts of merit into
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tales of
wickedness in this new twist on an old
tale.
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“Away with
you! Or I will scream as if I’m being
murdered.” Gretchen’s voice grew
shrill.
The fact
that the word “murder” was in a small
child’s vocabulary scared Edith more
than the threat itself. “I will go, I will go,”
she said hurriedly. Edith
decided to leave her cape and make a run
for the Wood. Secrecy was more
important than the shawl and gifts, so she
decided to make a getaway and
hoped abandoning the cape would perhaps
serve as a reason to return.
Whether or not she wanted to brave such a
return was still up for
debate.
“Father and
Mother will be walking up the same
pathway you took to come here. To avoid
them, you must go a different way or stay
parallel and concealed in the
forest beside it. Unless you want to bump
into them?” Her tone was
sarcastic. “I’m sure after yet another futile
day of hunting and foraging
for squirrels, they’d love to see you.”
Edith didn’t
acknowledge Gretchen. Instead, she ran
headlong toward to
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edge for fear
of what might happen if Ember
discovered that her most hated rival was at
her cottage. When she reached
the edge of Elfin Wood, a curious
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behind Edith’s
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had her look over her shoulder for one last
glance at the dilapidated
cottage. She saw her nephews standing at
the window. Rune was waving
profusely, hands full of the cookies Edith
had made. Dash, whose eyes could
be seen peeking happily from under the
hood of his aunt’s cape, blew kisses
with
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tart stained hands. Edith clutched her chest
and stepped into the tangled
brush of the Wood.
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