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The Snow Child

I love you, child, she whispered. Faina’s face was quiet and kind. I wish to be the mother you are to me, she said so softly Mabel doubted her own ears. But those were the words she spoke, and Mabel took them into her heart and held them there forever.

—Eowyn Ivey