"Three hundred and thirteen," Aggie says without missing a beat. She'd been eleven, very nearly twelve, when she'd died and she'd come back on the three hundredth anniversary of that day.
And now she's had one blissful year and counting in this city.
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Date: 2014-09-07 01:04 pm (UTC)And now she's had one blissful year and counting in this city.