Raven asked her mother, “But, Mother, that’s part of our guest house. Why can’t we open the door?”
Her mother shivered, feeling that Raven was old enough to know the truth. So she told Raven about the old dwarf that lived behind the blue door and guarded the buried treasure left by her father.
Raven’s mother told her that the buried treasure was given to the dwarves and fairies living near them because Raven’s father had tried to trap the small creatures to sell them to the traveling circus.
Raven stared at her and collapsed at her feet.
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