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... ing, like a severed cable sparking loose. He braced for the usual weight of Veyren’s infant body—the numb limbs, the oversized head, the bite of wood against his palm where the rattle usually sat. But something was wrong. The moment he tried to turn his head, the effort collapsed.
His neck didn’t move. Muscles locked. Jaw clenched.
It was like being fused in stone.
He focused straight ahead. A shimmering wall stretched before him, translucent but firm, its surface pulsing ...
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