The Lightning Curse
The lightning had always been different over Lightning Manor. Not in color or intensity—Mississippi lightning was Mississippi lightning, bright and violent and smelling of ozone. But Cecilia Faulkner had always felt something different about it. Something that lived in the space between the flash and the thunder, in the fraction of a second when the world was neither dark nor light.She was...
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