Chapter 10 of 20
The Last Dreamtime Witch
Pain bit first, sharp and quick—a papercut deep enough to draw blood. Ella Walker hissed, yanking her hand back, but a crimson bead already welled on her index finger. It hung for a heartbeat, then fell onto the brittle page of her mother’s manuscript. The old paper drank it, and the archive’s silence shattered. A pulse of rainbow light erupted from the spo