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Daphne nodded her head.

Seven weeks later, Daphne was watching Rosalie play in the palace garden. Rosalie giggled as she ran around, her new friend—a fox—following her everywhere. She still couldn’t believe that this was the same girl who, five months earlier, was afraid of her shadow and almost mad with the horrors of a past that a girl her age should never have.

She was a different person. Rosal