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Ridley dreamed of fire. She dreamed of smoke and screams and a body on the ground, limbs unmoving and eyes unseeing. She tried to look closer, to see who it was, but instead her attention snagged on the bell that stood tall and still and ageless beside the body. Suddenly she was right next to it, her hand reaching for the rope, her fingers wrapping around it, tugging it down—
Ridley jerked awake, her heart a frightened bird in her chest and silence pressing on her ears where there should have been the ringing of a bell. She took a calming breath, reminding herself it was only a dream. But the fear and urgency remained. She touched the stone pendant lying against her sweaty chest, seeking comfort from it. Her gaze moved across the room to Callie’s sleeping form. Her breaths were deep, s
