Under the flickering flames of the Samhain bon fire, when the veil between the mortal world and the one beyond is thinnest, in the mists of the darkest hour between the setting and the rising suns, I was born, and I was forever cursed.
They say I killed her, my mother. And as I took my first breath, she took her last. The clan was scared. They said I was touched by the darkest spirit and born with a full head of moonlight-white hair. Maybe they're right, my clansmen. Maybe I am cursed, but I have a secret, and I'll never tell it...
...I'm getting ahead of myself. Perhaps the story I should tell is that of my mother and the stranger who came to our village exactly eight months and twenty-eight days before my birth...
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