The Name Taker

The girl called White Star crept through the forest, hand-in-hand with the boy called Black Star. She wore a dress of her own making, with deep pockets, and sturdy pants underneath. He wore a coat and pants that were both tattered and too small for him, and his calves trembled in the cool air. They had set out from the village late in the afternoon, and already it was getting dark. The tall trees curled and closed together, like they too were grasping precious things.

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