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... ressing down on my chest until it felt physical, like something heavy had been laid across my ribs and left there on purpose.
Madeline. The magic users. The way they had all turned on me.
The pieces had been there for a while now, scattered across days of unease and half formed suspicion, but they had refused to settle into anything coherent until this moment. I had been accused of killing Ophelia Cottonwood, a witch with enough power and experience to put up a real fight if I ha ...
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