Black Roses and White Crows
Isabella Winterbourne was nineteen when she first discovered that her sisters were dreaming the same dream. It began on a Tuesday in October, the kind of London night when the fog rolled off the Thames and swallowed the streets whole. Isabella had been woken by a noise—soft, almost musical, like someone whispering in another room. She followed the sound upstairs to Cecilia's bedroom door, which...
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