It wasn't a long walk to the edge of the village, near the thick fringe of the forest where Arabella had once lived.
In this village, the wealthy clustered near the heart of the village, close to the marketplace, the chapel, and the gatherings. The closer they were to the heart meant status, while those pushed to the outskirts, especially nearer to the woods, were the ones the villagers preferred to forget. Her family had lived far from the heart of it all. Too far.
Located right beside the old fence that separated the forest and the village was her dilapidated brown house.
