Chapter Eight: Chronicles of Mira

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Crossing the field, Mira joined the Bone Whisperer beside the fire where she presided over a scorched pot of darkness. Perched on her battered chair, the Bone Whisperer ladled Mira a cup and taking it, cautiously, the younger woman inhaled. Not recognizing the infusion, but mindful of her manners, she cocked her head, “You give me tea, Mother of Twilight?”

“It will help you to do your work,” came the gruff reply.

Mira dared not drink. And seeing this, the woman added, “It opens a window to the sky. …



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Pamela Edwards

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