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Tonight, the slip of paper said: Your voice.

Clara smiled without a sound.

Iris turned from the window. Her face was still beautiful, but the cracks were deeper now, leaking a faint, golden light from somewhere behind her eyes. “You read the rule,” she said. stepmother 5

Clara learned to run. She learned to steal. She learned that the thing in the master bedroom was not her stepmother at all—not entirely. Iris would sit by the window as the sun bled out over the hills, and her shadow would stretch the wrong way, growing fingers it should not have. Tonight, the slip of paper said: Your voice