Mark of the Seventh

A seventh child born in the bitter winter of 1863 sees something in the spotted mirror over the washstand — a patient figure that watches and waits, in no particular hurry. A hex sign on the barn door was meant to keep it back, but some debts, once called, don’t much care whether you believe in them.

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