Chapter 56 Funeral at the Weeping Bridge

POV: Eloise 

They gave me a black dress and a black veil, and I hated both. The lace itched my neck. The veil blurred the world into smoke. I stood at the foot of the Red Tower steps while Ronan fussed with my collar like a nervous older brother.

"Stop," I said.

"It's crooked."

"It's a funer...

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