by Lucy Zhang Shiebi AL Now When witches die, they become butterflies. The butterflies ascend further and further until they vanish through small cracks in the cavern ceiling before emerging on the other side where they see the sky for the first time. The witches live without sunlight, instead relying on magic to power lamps, each bulb at the center of a transmutation circle drawn with carbon pigment and a paper cut’s worth of blood. Here, in a white and periwinkle cottage bo