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Her throat was sore and she lay on cool sheets, a woman standing over her. Emily didn’t try to sit up. The pillow felt damp and cool, like going to bed with wet hair. She tried her voice, “So I coughed all that shit up?” Her voice was weak, but the soreness didn’t get worse. “How’s Dry-Eyes?”

The woman moved to the side, revealing the sprite perched in the windowsill.

“I’m fine, all dried out.” She fluttered her wings. “We’ll stop here for a couple of days before moving on.”

The strange woman smiled and left. Emily caught a glimpse of a bird’s backward-jointed legs and delicate claws moving beneath her dress, before the door shut behind her. She hadn’t said a word.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.