Another letter from Fisher's hoard.
"Dear Miriam,
Take the solace I offer you. Willow's death does not have the be the end for you. You have options. I can help. We can keep her with us All of us together, for as long as you wish. As long as you need her.
All we need is a jar. Or other glass vessel. As large and beautiful as you can manage. You must provide this. A jar, and certain crushed stones. I can get these. And bring Willow's necklace. You know, the tiny silver antler on a chain that she wore all the time. Bring the jar and the necklace and I will bring anything else we need.
Please let me do this for you. For both you and Willow. She would not want you so bereft, She would hate you haven't even gotten out of bed. Let me fix things. It will be all right.
Please write and tell me you'll come.
I am so sorry,
Anise."
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Bone Pattern
FantasyCalix Bishop has become comfortable treading the border between her daylight world of Walmart, banks, and rent payments and the darker world she has found of woven magic, artists and hidden knowledge. But when she stumbles upon a particular cache o...
