![]() ![]() A girl stole what happiness she could when no one was looking. Not when a word out of turn was enough to get your mind thrashed by a ravener. But it would do no good to fight what was coming. It was this last thought that made Aster wish for a weapon, the thought of her sister trapped in here with the vermin who frequented the welcome house. Like every Good Luck Girl, Clem was starting her sixteenth birthday with a welcome to the sundown girls’ world-and she would end it here, in this room, with her Lucky Night. Aster swallowed the sick taste in her mouth as Clementine took it all in. She lurked in the corner of the plum-colored bedroom, watching as Mother Fleur showed Clementine her lavish new living quarters-a striking contrast to the rough bunk room where the daybreak girls slept. Aster’s hand itched for a knife, but she settled for forming a fist instead. ![]()
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