Little Sister
He was a stranger.
Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e
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