I walk to the river,I am searching,I am searching for a jar of leeches.In the distance I see something flashingso I head toward it.
As I come closer I seeit's a mirror dangling from a tree,and beneath it, a table with six sealed jars.
I open a jar, stick my finger insidepull it out –blood slides down my arm.
I feel the sharp clutch of a hand on my shoulder,I turn and see a woman'sface covered ... (read more)