“You can’t do this! You can’t leave me to die!” Bishop just watched him, his expression impassive, unreadable. He wasn’t going to help. He was going to stand there and watch Julian die. “Where’s your faith, Bishop?” he cried. “Where’s your God now?” “God is love. Love is just,” Bishop said like a chant, a prayer. “God is justice. This is justice.” “No!” Julian screamed. “NO!” “Daphne Bishop,” Bishop said, his baritone voice clear and deep and booming. The sound echoed across the ice. It filled Julian’s ears and ricocheted inside his skull. “Chloe Bishop. Juniper Bishop.” Julian scrabbled at
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