Chapter 86 The First Witness (The Echo Ridge Trilogy — Book Three)

I stared at the woman who wore my face.

She was standing in the ash and the blooming crocuses, her white dress untouched by the soot, her grey eyes reflecting the swirling silver vortex behind her. She looked like me, but older. Not in years, but in weight. She looked like she had been carrying the...

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