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... normal, placid blue. But the feeling of wrongness lingered, a nauseous, vertiginous sensation, as if the ground beneath Kofi’s feet was no longer solid.
The Weaver’s smile was one of pure, predatory satisfaction. "Such a fragile little reality you have here," she mused, her voice a silken thread of condescension. "It barely holds together."
Nina, who had been frozen in a state of shocked disbelief, found her voice. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" Her tone was the f ...
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