"She slowed her step, hand drifting to the pendant at her throat—the Heartstone, warm against her skin, *pulsing*."
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"They’d shifted from their usual shadowy wisp to something close to human—broad-shouldered, a silhouette stitched from night, violet eyes glowing faint as embers."
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"She’d seen the rifts in the raw footage from the Institute—cracked, glowing slices of darkness that spat heat and screams."
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"The trees of Richmond Park blurred, their trunks thick and gnarled, their leaves a riot of autumn colors—red, gold, crimson—even though it was December."
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"Not a literal tear—more a shimmer, a distortion in the air where there shouldn’t be one."
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"A stone column stood at the clearing’s heart, its surface carved with symbols Rory didn’t recognize—twisting lines that seemed to shift when she blinked, like living script."
"Do not let it burn.* She’d thought it a prank—until the first rift had appeared, and the stone had pulsed, leading her to a trapped soul, then to Evan, her abusive ex, as he’d slipped through a crack in the world."
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"Isolde had pressed it into her hand, her fingers brushing Rory’s wrist—the crescent scar there, from a childhood fall into a garden fork."
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"It was a pond, fifty feet across, its surface so still it mirrored the sky—though the sky here was not Earth’s gray or blue, but a deep, shifting indigo, streaked with amber and violet, like a sunset trapped in a jar."
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"And from the crack stepped a figure—tall, cloaked in a black that absorbed the light, its face hidden by a hood."
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"The figure—whatever it was—stepped closer, its claws scraping the ground."
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"She slowed her step, hand drifting to the pendant at her throat—the Heartstone, warm against her skin, *pulsing*."
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"The Half-Fae walked as if the path were carved into the earth itself, her silver hair trailing behind like a ribbon of starlight, no footprints marring the gras…"
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"A hum built in her sinuses, a pressure behind her eyes, as if the air itself wanted to *breathe*."
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"Wildflowers bloomed in impossible clusters: bluebells so deep they looked black, poppies with petals like crumpled silk, lilies that glowed faintly, their cente…"
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"A stone column stood at the clearing’s heart, its surface carved with symbols Rory didn’t recognize—twisting lines that seemed to shift when she blinked, like l…"
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"It glowed, a deep, inky blackness that seemed to *suck* in the surrounding colors, leaving the world around it in stark relief."