Tela knew every object in her mother’s jewelry box by heart: a carefully folded velvet bow with golden edges, bright red earrings, a battered silver bottle her mother claimed contained angel tears, an ivory locket that wouldn’t open, a black bracelet that looked more like it belonged on a witch’s hand than on her mother’s elegant wrist. The only object Tela never touched was the dark gray pouch that smelled of moldy leaves and graveyard. It keeps the goblins away, her mother once told her teasingly. It also kept Tela away. But today, the ugly little pouch was trembling, drawing Tela toward it. One moment it looked like a bundle of mold and smelled of decay. A second later, in its place was a shining deck of cards, tied with a delicate satin ribbon. Then, in an instant, it became the ugly pouch again before transforming once more into a deck of cards. Abandoning her game, Tela quickly grabbed the silky ribbon and lifted the deck from the box. It immediately stopped transforming.