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arrive for Seraphina. I never returned them, but I never opened them, either. They sat in a dusty cardboard box in the attic, quarantined away from the vibrant, joyful reality I had constructed for us. I refused to let his sterile influence or Adeline’s archaic ghost touch my daughter.
I stepped out onto the back deck. Seraphina was a whirlwind continue reading …
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