Chapter 43 HER BIRTHMARK CROWN ITCHES

The itch woke her before dawn.

Not a soft itch, not hair-tangled itch. Deep. Under skin, under bone, right at the top of her head where her birthmark sat like a small crown. Three dots in a curve. She had lived with it all her life. It had never asked for anything.

Tonight it asked.

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