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The Girl Who Loved the God of Dreams
Sunflowers and daisies and well-laid plans…
Witch.
The word followed Kassia around town like it was a foul odor on the wind. In her small town of Sycamore, there were only so many things a young woman could be: usually that meant she crawled through high school and dragged herself to a college out of state, or she’d end up pregnant by one of the football team guys who’d jet off as soon as anything like fatherhood was brought up.
But Kassia? She wanted to tear herself away from those sad narratives. Being an office wench seemed like something from some old man’s playbook. And getting pregnant — well, that wouldn’t be an issue. Kassia had stopped getting her period as soon as she started eating less and less each meal.
Besides, what guy would look her way? The only options were stoners or dirty old men who followed every girl with their hungry eyes.
And sometimes she’d just stare into the mirror and loathe the monster she saw staring back.
Her life was supposed to be simple, uncomplicated, and free from the burden of anything but the fact that everyone thought she was a witch cut from some demonic cloth.
The dreams were the worst temptations. She’d lie awake at night, tracing invisible lines across the…
