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Chapter 8: Traveling over the flat roofs of the three-story homes that had been divided into apartments made travel through the city of Somerville easier for Kennedy. The warm roofs made the snow thinner than on the streets, if icy in spots. Here, jumps over the cross streets would be hard to explain. Thankfully, she doubted anyone would be clearing the snow off the roofs anytime soon to find her footprints. If they did, she was sure the norms would think of some logical explanation for Kennedy’s trail. She never slowed down, that is until she passed a pigeon coop and a voice called out to her, “Witch, stop.” On a crowded street, she might have ignored the shout as some strange person yelling at another, but the circumstances of being on a roof in a near-blizzard with a child’s voice ca