Citas
Jessamine knew this bottle (a clear glass, just faintly tinted with emerald) for the one she sought by the great eye that slowly opened within, blinked once at her, and then slid sleepily closed.
She was prickly, too, like the tips of holly leaves.
faintly; ‘Hoy,’ she
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