Wren Calloway had never been invited anywhere in their life. In the village of Hollowmere, they said she was seen as already dead.Old Father Benedict swore it on his rosary. Twelve years ago, he said, he'd buried a little girl with Wren's face. Same grey eyes. Same tiny crescent shaped birthmark on her wrist. He blessed the coffin himself and watched the earth swallow it whole."So who" the village ...
