Shadows, Maps, And Other Ancient Magic - Plot & Excerpts
Along with the fact that all the neighboring stores and restaurants were closed and therefore dark, this gave the impression that the brightly lit Bacco Cafe was perched on a precipice. I could see Wisteria settling into a table at the farthest corner of the cafe and ordering something from the server. A tea, I guessed. Oddly, the chairs closest to her had been lifted and flipped onto their tables as if the floor was about to be scrubbed. Wisteria’s dark blond hair was pulled back into the perfectly smooth French twist she had worn the last time I saw her. Her cornflower-blue, pristinely pressed cotton dress was belted in white to create an empire waist. She looked as if she was about to attend a wedding, but this was everyday attire for the witch. The blue of the dress was a couple of shades lighter than the magic I could see pooled in the palms of her folded hands. Kett was somewhere in the shadows of one of the storefront stoops just ahead of me.
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