Witches
Sylvia drew a square on a piece of parchment. She and Lisl gazed at it by the light of the room’s one lit candle. In a way, Lisl thought it was silly, but she wanted desperately to become a witch. Fourteen was too old to start over. If she failed she would have to go back to her foster family, and be a servant all her life. Her gaze grew intense. You will see the shape change, Sylvia had said. When it changes, tell me what you see. She had called this a test for mind reading, though what changing…