The Crystallization of Isabella Crawford
She had been a woman of fluid conviction once, moving through the chambers of the Old Bailey like water through limestone, shaping herself to every argument, every jury, every face in the dock. That was before Arthur Blackwood. That was before the Clinical Recovery Institute and the fog of St. Ives and the device that sat in the medieval chapel like a brass monster fed on lightning. Isabella...
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