A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about.
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