Her name was Raine. According to what I could get out of my grandmother she was taken in by my great,great,great,great grandfather when she cured my great,great,great grandmother's deadly sickness back in 17th century Massachusetts. Back in those days especially during the witch trials she would have been targeted by the inquisitors and witch hunters as prime suspect in the corruption of the land. Fortunately, her act of kindness saved herself and my bloodline.
There were other stories about her - most were accidentally passed to me when my mothers sisters would gather at the kitchen table late Saturday nights on occasion and drink and sing and tell ghost stories. Despite being a recluse of the surrounding wilderness Raine was described as an unearthly beauty with raven black hair and pale white skin. She'd be often seen by villagers as a cloaked figure gathering herbs at dawn or dusk and never in between..
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