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... Cain said.
The silhouette slammed again, harder, and the rift stretched like wet cloth about to tear open afresh.
Cain felt the marks on his arm burn. Not hot. Cold. Like frost sinking under his skin.
Susan noticed then. Her eyes narrowed. "What did that thing do to you?"
"Not a priority right now."
"The hell it isn’t."
The rift cracked again.
Cain didn’t think. He moved.
He reached for the dying fault-line of light. His fingers stu ...
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