Erawan—closer now.
So Dorian soared into the chaotic night.
Maeve’s silent cry of despair followed on
his heels. All the way to the peaks
overlooking Morath and that rocky
outcropping—to the two Wyrdkeys buried
under the shale.
He could barely remember his own name
as he slid them into his other pocket. As all
three of the Wyrdkeys now lay upon him.
Then he reached back into the mind still
tethered to his.
It was simple as an incision. To sever the
link between their minds—and to sever
another part of her.
To tie off the gift that allowed her to jump
between places. To open those portals.
World-walker no longer, he said as his raw
magic shifted her own. Changed its very
essence. I suggest you invest in a good pair of
lily
(lily)
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