She keeps the hour just before dawn sealed beneath black wax.
When you shake her, the potion shifts from pink to orange, like a coal catching flame. Whether it is warming into a remedy or a warning is something she has never cared to explain.
Her hand-sculpted and hand-painted face is framed by black curls and a tall, lace-trimmed hat. A striped bodice, black lace, and a dark jewel at her throat give her the composed air of someone who already knows exactly how the story ends.
A one-of-a-kind original sculpture from The Thorn Garden.
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