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People would say these words, to each other, Did you ever hear about the girl who lived at the edge of a forest? as they sat around the fire at night, as they kneaded dough, as they carded wool for spinning. Such stories, of course, make the night pass more quickly, soothe a fractious child, distract others from their cares.
At the edge of a forest, a girl.
— Oct 19, 2025 01:30PM
At the edge of a forest, a girl.
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She pulls in a breath: the sweet, floral scent of the honey, the acrid valerian, the sour musk of chickweed. No false pain, this. It will squeeze her and squeeze her, until her body yields up this baby. It may be hours, it may be days: she finds she cannot get a sense of how long. Agnes lets out her breath, slowly, slowly, one hand on the fireplace. She was not expecting this. There was no sign.
— Oct 20, 2025 10:25AM
