She Runs with Wolves
Her eyes had looked grey when I’d first seen her, but as she turned back to us now they appeared to be a dark shade of jungle green.
The till, it turned out, was tucked into an alcove. Dangling necklaces, pendants, and pendulums, one of which seemed to be made of bone, surrounded it. There were broomsticks – actual broomsticks – propped up against the walls, and a glass-encased cupboard full of intricately carved daggers, knives, and wands. Candlelight flickered across every surface, and, as there were no windows in this smaller section of the shop, the trembling orange light made everything feel separate, unreal.
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