What the Night Knew Before We Did
Rose Callahan was twenty-four when she began dreaming of a woman she had never met, in places she had never been, speaking words she did not understand. The first dream came on a Tuesday in March. She was standing on a bridge above a river the color of rust, and a woman with short dark hair and a camera around her neck was standing beside her, not speaking, just watching the water move beneath...
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