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... apart.
Damon felt his body stretch, compress, twist—like the tear was trying to turn him into a memory instead of flesh. The world around him blurred into ribbons of white and gray, each streak containing flickers of scenes he almost recognized.
Lira’s scream twisted through the void.
“Hold on!”
He tried.
He really did.
Her hand was in his—but the force was ripping them away from each other in violent, jerking pulses. Shadow’s claws dug into his bo ...
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