Prologue

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If anyone ever noticed the house by the river, no one mentioned it. No one ever went in or out. There was no For Sale sign outside it. It was almost as though it didn't exist. But it did. And someone did use it, though no one ever saw her or knew her name. The only real evidence that it had ever been used was the dried blood that covered the windows. It was falling into disrepair. There were rumors, just rumors, about the tortured screams that came from the house once a month, on the night of the Full Moon. But they were only rumors, and the children in the village new that. At least, until the night Alba and Evie went exploring. The night the children found the pendant. The night fact became fiction. The night fiction became fact. The night everything changed.

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