Prologue

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On a cold spring day the dancing wind bellowed all around. As the couple walked hand in hand down the cobbled street, they heard a sound. The sound of a baby crying. The crying came from inside an alleyway outlined in a white chalked square. Moving closer they saw a bundle of blankets. Inside was a baby no more then a few hours born with a Victorian necklace hanging around her neck. Looking around there was no sign of a parent, no sign of life. Attached to the baby was a note. The note sent chills down the couples spines for it said 'protect thy child least the devil doth find.' So the couple picked up the baby and took her away. Little did they know the meaning behind the note warnings and of her destiny tied to the secrets of the Victorian times.

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