22
Agatha
The door opens to a gray landscape that sits under a charcoal-colored sky. I soak in every aspect of this moment.
The rolling mist.
My speeding pulse.
The scent of old stone and new possibilities that wafts in through the opened door.
At last. I’m about to visit the Seelie Palace and see the Moonbeam Mirror. Joy and terror battle it out inside me. It’s a crush of emotion that drives a flood of memories through my mind.
My first recollection takes me back to Manhattan.
I stand on Second Avenue. A breeze whips down the sidewalk. A buzzing sensation erupts in my chest. My magic is awake. Frightened, I clutch my floppy hat so tightly over my head, I pop a seam on the brim. I speak the same words over and over, careful to keep my voice to a hush.
“Please don’t let my ears sho
