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Because she names herself after the thing that haunts her. The snow buries the DeVille name, but it never disappears.

Then one evening, a girl arrived at the door—no older than sixteen, shivering, with wild black curls and a dirty cherry-shaped backpack. Her name was . “I used to live here,” she whispered. “Before my mother… before the fire.” Snow DeVille Crystal Cherry Gothic Squatter Gir...