Chapter 13
FORGET EACH NAME.
You wish you never knew the names. You wish you didn’t have to know them.
You wish the magic mirror would not divulge it; you have other ways to track each maiden, each fairest of them all, without knowing who she is. Deer don’t have names. Pheasants don’t have names. And if they do, their names belong to a world you can never be a part of, and so they cannot matter.
But the names of these maidens, fair of face and heart—their names matter.
Their names form an invisible chain you carry around your neck.
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