Jade looks into the space Letha just was, to whoever just did this impossible thing. It’s a little girl with long black hair, a little girl with pale dead skin, a little girl with a dress both rotting away and rolled in stabby elk hair, a little girl with forever-cracked lips and shattered fingernails, thin black veins spidering away from her black-black eyes. Stacey Graves, the Lake Witch.
