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In the morning, the snow had stopped. The old woman was gone — not a drop of blood on the sheets, not a bone left behind. And outside, where the frost had lain for three months, the soil was black and steaming. By noon, green shoots pushed up through the melt.

"Come to bargain?" he asked.

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By the tenth year, the village of Stilbene had the richest soil in the province, the healthiest livestock, the happiest-looking children — and no one over the age of fifty. No one who remembered the blight. No one who remembered the name of the girl who had tried to run. In the morning, the snow had stopped