“Okay. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. In the north they called her Manitou, in the south, Pabothkew. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. She went into premature labor. They set about everyone—everyone.
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