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Alisa Brent Colton. That was her name. But Ali was what people called her. She lived with her mom, dad and her younger sister, Abel. There wasn't anything out of ordinary in her life than most girls her age. Until she learned stitching, that is.
She spent most of her time tailoring dresses; the sewing machine becoming a prized possession of hers. Abel, her younger sister, was showered with new fitted dresses, as she was someone Alisa tried everything on.
When the machine began making problems, Alisa couln't figure out what went wrong. Was it damaged internally? Did it need oiling? Maybe it was just the rust? The solution seemed unknown. But something strange began happening.