She was going down a magic path, and then at the end there was a spindle, and she’d pricked her thumb. She remembered dad reading about it, when she was very small and sat on his lap.
No. She’d never touched a spindle in her life. She’d been in the car, driving with mom to take things to her college dorm–
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