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chapter one | the Only Memory

May 2, 1998 Where the evergreen hedges met olive trees, a pained bluebird lay squealing, pecking at its broken wing. A young girl with familiar black hair watched the tiny creature from a foot away. Juniper Black saw a flash of a younger version of herself, who was unsure of what to do with the bird. It happened for a millisecond in her mind, though long enough to recognize it for what it was.…