Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

who dat be?

a knowing smile graced the crone’s lips. few asked of the man whose soul now tethered her to’lang.

an old friend. and while it was true once, did the girl know? could she sense the concentric thrum in his teeth, how the evil he’d sowed now hung his soul like a noose?

this girl could stare! qiao collected the bones at her feet, reassembling them in the travel-worn pouch.

would you like a reading, sobeille? she thought of the lily-white girl who had fled; qiao could have helped her, once.