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<title>Mist and Memory</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/heather-salter-purves/mist_and_memory.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/heather-salter-purves/mist_and_memory_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Mist and Memory" alt ="Mist and Memory"/></a><br//><p><strong>She's haunted Thornwood Forest for four hundred years. Then one woman walks in&#8212;and the ghost who can't look away.</strong></p><p>Wren doesn't remember being human. She only knows the forest is hers to protect, and that she died here long ago&#8212;condemned as a witch for loving the wrong person. For centuries, she's existed as mist and light, a solitary guardian. The dangerous ones who wander into her woods don't walk back out the same.</p><p>Then Mara appears: a sociology student researching queer erasure in witch trial records. She walks into Thornwood without fear, sits down with her notebook, and says, "I know you're there. And I'm not afraid."</p><p>Wren can't stop watching her. Following her. Wanting her in a way she'd forgotten was possible.</p><p>As Mara uncovers the truth of Wren's death, memories surface&#8212;and with them, a dangerous possibility. Wren didn't just survive her execution. She transformed. She became what they called her: a witch, a...]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2023 17:06:39 +0200</pubDate>
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