![]() ![]() ![]() But before I could make a move, the Gypsy's dusky hand had covered mine on the black velvet of the tabletop. Darby in the churchyard not ten minutes earlier, pausing to have a word or two at each stall of the church fête. It sounded as though a large bird had somehow become entangled in her lungs and was flapping to escape. As her fingers gripped the glass, I thought I could feel ice water trickling down inside my gullet.Īt the edge of the table, a thin candle flickered, its sickly light glancing off the dangling brass hoops of the Gypsy's earrings, then flying off to die somewhere in the darkened corners of the tent.īlack hair, black eyes, black dress, red-painted cheeks, red mouth, and a voice that could only have come from smoking half a million cigarettes.Īs if to confirm my suspicions, the old woman was suddenly gripped by a fit of violent coughing that rattled her crooked frame and left her gasping horribly for air. She cupped her hands around the thing, as if to shield my eyes from the horrors that were swimming in its murky depths. ![]() "Never have I seen my crystal ball so filled with darkness." ![]()
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