I swam back, kicking easily along, raising my head in and out of water which flowed along my body like cool silk. I felt like an otter. I was most of the way to the shore when I raised my dripping face and saw a woman standing on The Street, watching me. She was as thin as the one I’d seen down at Warrington’s … but this one was green. Green and pointing north along the path like a dryad in some old legend.
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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