XXIV
Celesse stood underneath a willow tree in the Bogville town square. The morning was hot and dusty, and the dust formed a thin layer over the sun, giving the light a sepia tone.
She wore her baseball cap, white button-up shirt, jeans, and her hair tied into a ponytail.
The cool shade of the willow gave her some privacy. The long strands of the willow wavered, releasing a mossy smell, but through them she had a clear view of the tea parlor with apartments above.
It was an afternoon lull, and most of the seats were empty save a large group of elders having tea in the back. The baristas were cleaning the equipment, probably in preparation for the afternoon rush. The windows were aglow with the byproduct of cleaning grimoires. Even from several hundred feet away Celesse smelled an arom
