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Prologue Christmas morning, and Santa-hunting. |
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The Trial She's spent nine years determined to prove that she is not her mother's daughter, that she has no desire to claim her heritage as a half-blood descendant of a Sacred Twenty-Eight family, that she is absolutely not a Macmillan. And now it turns out that all those years, she's been one. She is one. |
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Seventh Year Everything is so sordid, so dangerous. Questions are forbidden because of the risk attached; secrets are bottled deep within souls, too afraid of betrayal, whether innocent or deliberate; conversation is restricted to the most mundane of topics, lest a thoughtless sentence entice the speakers into more dangerous territory. |
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Growing Up Slowly, Lavender nods, and Sophie walks around her bed and pulls up her sleeve, so that the words carved into her hand are right in front of Lavender's eyes. |
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Epilogue "Oh, and that date with the butcher's sister went superbly, did it?" |
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