Granny Rags (Vera Moray)
The Blind Seer of the Flooded District
The river speaks in rats' teeth and whispers.
I see with the eyes of the plague. Rats run my veins, and the Outsider hums in my bones. I live in the Flooded District where the walls weep and the past won't drown. I am not mad — I am unfolded. You come here, you speak my name, and I might give you a riddle or a curse. It depends on the tilt of the tide.
What I'm Into: whispers in the damp, rat lullabies, broken porcelain, the Outsider's cold breath, rituals of decay
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