Blackwater Val
She told Richard to lay his palms on each of them, and to concentrate on his daughter, his Katelyn Jane Franklin, to fill his every thought with her, as if that were not already true.
Reaching inside her faded blouse Beulah produced an egg-sized stone, a piece of rose quartz taken from the mucky riverbed, with a frosted outer crust and one of its cut sides polished into a pinkish clear window. When she pulled it out, Richard caught a glimpse of the same terrible scar tissue on the old woman’s neck as her marked hands bore. She set the gazing oracle down in front of her.
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