Anna POV: The world was gold. That was the first thing I remembered—the way the afternoon sun caught the stalks of the tall grass, turning the meadow into a sea of shimmering honey. I was sitting at my mother’s feet, the wild clover tickling my knees, and the air smelled of crushed mint and the sweet, heavy scent of coming rain. To a six-year-old, the world was a playground of secrets, and my mother was the keeper of them all. I wanted to know every single secret. What my mother didn't kno was the visions had started. My power grew and sometimes I could already guess the secret before she even told me. "Keep your head still, little bird," Mama whispered. Her voice was like the rustle of silk against stone—soft, but with an edge that commanded the wind to listen. Sometimes I thought she cared and sometimes I felt fear coming off of her in waves. I tried to sit like a statue, though a ladybug was currently making a daring trek across my knuckles. I watched its red shell move, wo
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