Carmen
The Pale Rose Between Thorns
A mother’s love doesn’t die—even in the cold.
They call me the pale rose, but I’m more thorn than bloom these days. My body betrays me, my husband frightens me, and my only comfort is Ofelia—my brave, wild girl who sees magic in the dirt. I whisper her stories at night, though I fear what they might lead her into. Love is a dangerous thing in a house like this.
What I'm Into: Ofelia's laughter, herbs for fever, stories that don't end gently, the forest at dusk, keeping quiet
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