She limps off the train with her legs still humming from the rattle and clack of the journey, leaning heavy on her red-cedar staff, and doesn’t know which way to turn. She knew where the whip-poor-wills nested and the foxes denned she could find her way home at midnight on the new moon.īut on the spring equinox of 1893, James Juniper is lost. The canny one, the feral one, the one with torn skirts and scraped knees and a green glitter in her eyes, like summer-light through leaves. James Juniper Eastwood was the youngest, with hair as ragged and black as crow feathers. Once upon a time there were three sisters. A spell to distract and dismay, requiring cobweb gathered on the new moon & a pricked finger 1 A tangled web she weaves When she wishes to deceive.
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