Our story began on a frosty night…Laylee can barely remember the happier times before her beloved mother died. Before her father, driven by grief, lost his wits (and his way) and she was left as the sole remaining moordeshoor in the village of Whichwood, destined to spend her days scrubbing the skins and souls of […]
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Whichwood, Tahereh Mafi
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