My mind reeled. I couldn’t catch my breath, and my vision swam as I tried to bring the old, half-burned woman into focus. Her wrinkled hands were propped on her hips, the apron she wore covered in soot and smoke. “You brought me back? Who… Who are you?” “I have many names,” she said, her eyes raking over me as if assessing my injuries or lack thereof. “This will do.”
