Even after he skimmed the next chapter, and the next, and the next, one of those young faces wouldn’t leave him alone. When he finally realized why, he stared at it for a long time, biting back tears as his hands shook. With long blonde hair woven into two plaits over her shoulders; round cheeks; round eyes; ears that stood out distinctively from her head— It was—Baba Yaga. Nora Everhart. A student of Kyteler School’s first class.
