Anne stood at the altar. She wore her great-grandmother's dress, much mended. She had heard that once there was a train that went the length of the aisle. Instead, a piece of rough cloth abraded her back, for there had been no fabric to match it when the seam …

When Anne woke, Edmund was gone. The sun shone crisply through the windows. A soft breeze heralded the fresh summer day ahead. She needed to get to school. Breakfast had been left for her, grains and berries. She smiled as she ate it, rereading the diary of Opal Webb to …

The door closed behind Anne. Her mind buzzed with plans for lessons tomorrow to share with her children. Rather, her students. She pulled one shoe off with the toe of the other. Wide arms enveloped her. A stubbly cheek pressed against her own, abrading it. “I missed you.” It was …

Some time later, Anne had calmed. She was in her hidey-hole. Her mother would find her anywhere she went in her parent's home, so she'd made a place for herself in a home in a long-abandoned corner of Champoeg. Over the years, she'd outfitted it with blankets …

The door creaked open. The light of the portal in the center of their home was dim, as the morning sunlight lit the room. The light caught on rough furniture, but the lightly worked edges were too raw to return the glow. Edmund was gone. She'd wanted to talk …

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They sat for dinner together. The table and chairs bore the simple lines and rough edges of portal forging. It was hard to sit on. She hadn't made any cushions yet. They ate in silence but for the sound of fork on plate and the noise of human chewing …

It was dark outside. The candles were guttering. The two performed their nightly tithe. A drop of blood spilled into the bowl near their portal. Words murmured. Edmund's family had used a different phrase from hers. Their words collided over each other. She wasn't certain she had said …

Lilah yawned. One of the younger girls in her class giggled. “, would you care to tell us why the Oregon Country was founded.” The girl stood and tucked her hands behind her back as she recited. “The Oregon Country was created by Opal Webb. She was a savant …