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Sarah had always had a touch of the strange - had seen things most didn't, even long before she had walked into another world and battled her way through the challenges of an inhuman king, claimed her power against his own, and. . .
Her sight was weakest in the sunshine, but in the moon's light pathways opened up to her eyes that no one else could walk - in this world and, the ones she was always careful to avoid, between this world and the Underground - she recognised others with a glimmering edge of More from time to time, and her neighbour's cheerful yellow flowers made her sneeze and struggle for breath, face and arms itchy and red.
Sarah had always been adaptable; she walked the paths she chose, smiled with only a touch of regret when she saw the sparkle's edge of knowledge - of Sight - in her brother's now-mismatched eyes as he grew older, and planted bluebells and foxgloves along her fences; she only smirked a little when she caught the glimmering flutter of small fairies picking spitefully at her neighbour's house and tried to calm her heart as an owl came to roost in the tall oak tree beyond her porch.