The Inheritance of Whispers

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Her gloved hand touched the silver locket and the pond rushed into her. Cold black water up her nose, down her throat, into lungs that did not belong to her. A woman's face — pale, blurred at the edges like a photograph left in the sun — looked up through the water at a sky Edith could not see. The hands gripping her ankles were not hers. They were small and fierce and belonged to someone who...

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