My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

— Stories from the Roads (Not) Taken

At dawn’s approach, Liv closes the cabin door behind her but does not bolt it. The Scavengers will break in, regardless, once they divine Grandmere’s passing. Besides, she has almost everything she needs secured at her back and waist. Grandmere had made sure. She scrubs an arm across her face. Her tongue is thick, her …

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