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WARNING: disturbing content, so please skip if you need to.
Bel loved fairy tales as a child. She imagined herself The Woodsman instead of Red Riding Hood; the Prince, not Rapunzel; and the Witch, not a child baited by sweets.
As a scholar, her interest in myths and fantasies grew.
When her sister, Weena, fell while rock-climbing and became paraplegic, Bel knew what to do.
She followed the arcane book’s map until she was standing outside of a creaky, moss-covered cottage. Bel stated, “I ask for your assistance,” as she held out the required offering, still dripping, in a cloth sack.
“Enter,” said a voice as old as time.
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