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Little Claire was not well loved. Left at the gates of the village as a baby, she never cried, unnerving residents who, but for the barest shred of pity, would have kept them closed.

At 5 she arranged bones from the fish-market floor into trinkets, gifts for villagers that recoiled in disgust. Misfortune turned distaste to fear, and she was blamed when crops failed, when plague arrived. The whispers of her parentage--and her strange, piercing eyes--soon turned to angry shouting, and at 9 she was exiled to the wild woods to die.

But little Claire didn't die. She found a home in a cliff-side sea cave, and all her needs were met there. When she was cold, she simply asked the wind to change direction--and it did. When she was hungry, she asked the fish to swim ashore--and they did. And when, one day, the loneliness overtook her, and she thought to throw herself into the churning sea, she asked the crows to speak--and they whispered all the secrets of the earth into her ears.

They were her family, now.

On her 16th birthday, she called to the crows, and for the first time, they did not answer. She followed the scent of fire to the very gates she was driven from all those years before. There was a celebration. A feast. Servants of evil had been captured, conquered--and roasted.

She asked the sea to come. And it did.

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