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The sun warmed the young girl’s face and shoulders; grass tickled her bare feet as she wandered through the sprawling cemetery. A woman dressed in a fashionable grey suit knelt next to one of the tall graves, tears streaming down her face. The girl approached the woman cautiously; the way one would a frightened doe in the woods. The air smelled like it did when her mother left a batch of cookies in the oven for too long, like burnt sugar. The woman turned towards the girl, her face contorted with grief. “Aunt Lila!” the little girl gasped, “what’s wrong? Are you all right? What are you doing here?” she spewed out a plethora of questions. Lila turned towards her niece, her tears had subsided.

“Do not be afraid of your gift Ember. Do not be afraid of specters or spirits. Learn to embrace the shadows and the darkness…”

The girl, frightened and confused, took off running before the women could finish. Delilah Slade had died in a car crash three days previously.

Chapter 1

Ember woke to the pitter-patter of light rain on glass and her mother yelling. Something about broken porcelain and tea leaves. Ember
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When Ember arrived Frank Sinatra was playing out of the large speakers that surrounded the café. Esperanza, named after the famous jazz singer, was wiping down tables and singing at the top of her lungs. Esperanza was a beautiful girl with golden brown skin and long braided hair. She had amber eyes rimmed with thick black lashes and a husky voice. “What’s up Sinatra?” Ember asked, pulling her apron over her head. Esperanza groaned, “Well, thanks to some little devil child, there is banana pancake mush on the ceiling.” She said, gesturing above them. Ember tried to conceal her laughter, knowing her friend wouldn’t take it well, she couldn’t help herself she doubled over holding her

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