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... sob swallowed by thunder, rippling through the spine of Dreadmoor. The gaslamps flickered in response, casting shadows that no longer obeyed the forms that birthed them.
In Madame Grin’s tavern, a glass shattered with no touch. Her mirror warped, splitting her reflection into a dozen mournful versions of herself. She touched the surface—and felt the breath of another world behind it.
"It’s begun," she whispered, to no one, to everyone.
Far below, in the catacombs Jasper C ...
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