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“That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.”

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The Goose Girl

In this fantasy novel, a princess is forced to disguise herself as a goose girl after a series of events leads to her being framed for a crime. The story follows her journey as she navigates the dangers of a new world and seeks to reclaim her true identity. more

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Shannon Hale
Shannon Hale

Shannon Hale is an American author born on January 26, 1974. She is known for her works in fantasy and young adult literature, which have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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