I was reading a book of spells, one of the few that Freda had allowed me to take from her library, when I heard a knock on my door.
I stopped, thinking I had imagined it. But the knock came again—soft, as if probing, as if unsure, as if wondering...
I was reading a book of spells, one of the few that Freda had allowed me to take from her library, when I heard a knock on my door.
I stopped, thinking I had imagined it. But the knock came again—soft, as if probing, as if unsure, as if wondering...