was stale and smelled o
eer, vibrating reality of it all. She was here. In her house. The house she had lost in her
rk rooms. Her bare feet were silent on the hardwood floors. She
life. The "storm of the century." The flash floods that had turned downtown Sterling City into a murky canal. This
er read and filled with furniture that was more for show than comfort. But in the ba
nvarnished
t her ribs. In her last life, her cousin Cletus had cleaned out this house after she'd been force
red through her. He had thrown away
aking so badly she almost dropped it. She took a deep breath
zzle. The wood was a rich, dark walnut, each piece cut with an almost organic, flowing lin
"old country." He said it could only be completed by someone with Sharp blood an
e knew
the desk. A chaotic pile of
es she'd overheard in the refugee camps of her past life. Stories of "pocket dimensions," of safe havens that existed outside of r
gan to
The hospital. The Tuckers. The coming
attern, but her hands did. It was a deep, instinctual knowledge, a memory encoded in her
sun set, but she didn't notice. Her entire
ft. A small, oddly shaped piece that
in her palm.
vement, she pushed it int
ked int
to glow from the seams of the puzzle. The light grew brighter, spil
er seemed to warp and shimmer, the bookshelves stretchi
, the desk was gone.
damp earth and something else... something like blooming flowers after a spring rain. Above her
ss, echoed not in her ears
has been bound to
mething from a video game, m
ary - L
Arlen
the overgrown land and con
t / De
itation, her mind form
nel va
surrounded by a thick, impenetrable wall of mist. In the center of the clearing was a smal
water was so clear she could see the smooth pebbles
The legendary source of healin
defined her, was a physical ache. The urgency of the coming crisis was a w
asant, its feathers iridescent in the strange light, was pecking
nto existence. [Task completion w
to hide things. A place where no one cou
d dipped them into the cool, clear water. S
spread from her stomach, flowing through her veins, chasing awa
lection in the water's sur
slow, cold cur
about t
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