CHAPTER ONE: A SILVER KEY
She would keep her secrets lodged in her throat, tucked away behind a silver lock that was one and whole with the fair skin on her smooth neck. The silver keyhole had always been there, resting in the shade of her rounded chin, ever since she was born. Also part of her was a silver key hanging upon the delicate chain that emerged from a minute bit of puckered flesh upon the nape of her neck. When she looked at herself standing before a mirror, she looked as though she merely wore a necklace.
Satu's entire family was just like her. Her mother, her father, her younger brother, and her infant sister all had a silver lock securely molded upon their necks, right above their collarbones. They also each possessed a silver key strung upon a silver chain that protruded from the back of their necks, just as they all had fair skin and dark hair. They belonged to the people known as the Key-Keepers.
In the quiet town of Vanhemmat, in the country of Haafiz, where auburn ma