In the photo she’d just taken, there was no evidence of the rabbit, though I knew it had been there. We had all seen it. Rather than the hare, a person stood beside the gazing ball. One hand resting upon its smooth reflective surface, the other hand raised, palm out, as she stared at the camera. A dark-haired woman in a blue hoodie. The photo had been enlarged so that I could see the deep grooves beside her mouth and her eyes, such a pale blue they seemed to have no iris, just a black fleck of pupil. Evadne Morris.
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