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"A white wolf," she said. "You must be new here, since you don't know about this myth but it is a charm from this village, the white wolf will keep you away from bad luck."

"Bad luck?" Zuri stared at the shape of the liontin. She tilted her head, looking at the liontin's head which was in the shape of a wolf. "What myth?" she asked curiously. She was still holding onto the necklace. 

"There is this myth in this village, but maybe you don't want to hear about it. It is a sad one," the old lady said, as she counted Zuri's change, after she gave the money to buy the dress. 

"It's okay, I want to know. I plan on living in this place for a long time, so I think I want to know what kind of myth this beautiful place has," Zuri prodded politely. 

This old lady was probably in her late sixties or early seventies, but she still looked sharp and there were traces of her beauty on her wrinkled face. For some odd reason, she reminded Zuri of Anne.