Margaret Levartemit does not know why she has not yet died. She has not aged in over ninety years. Surely, she'd be six feet under by now. For nearly a century, Margaret has had the same wrinkle-less, pale face, an identical copy of her "younger" self's upturned nose, and a mirror image of her late teenage years' hollowed cheeks, and she has yet to find a reason for why she still looks twenty-five. And how come, on every October thirtieth, she bumps into the same man . . . who looks just as young as she does? [cover by @surroundedbythorns] [copyright © Sophie Claflin, A.K.A. Siriusly_fandoms 2015 All Rights Reserved] ENTERED IN NANOWRIMO