Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. When he returned, it was always the same. ” “Very well,” Anna said.
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