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❛in which she can see the other side.❜
Magdalena Dawson had mastered the art of ignoring problems at a young age. She had carefully and delicately crafted a mask, decorating it with just the right dash of optimism and the tiniest amount of whimsical dreaminess. She wore her mask during the light of the day, smiling and laughing and quirking her eyebrows.
At night, she peered out from beneath her heavy facade and embraced the fear and shadows that welcomed her as if she were an old friend.
Magdalena Dawson was an opening into their world.