1.13 Bridget watches as
Gwendolyn—all three of her—vanishes into mid air. She gawks at an empty sky.
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1.14 A thunderous “cr-a-a-a-a-c-c-c-k”
splits the air. Bridget looks into the tree overhead . . .
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1.15 . . . whose branches
somehow shimmer like water, when a flash of yellow light fills the tree.
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