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“Did you track it?” Grated at the base, trying to hide the harshness of my speech. Did you feel the book?

“Indeed.” “Come,” he says, showing me the sky blue hardback book and nodding his head to follow.

I inhale deep and hard, swallowing the small saliva in my mouth in a vain effort to make the cluster in my throat go away and thus eliminate the dry feeling in my larynx before pacing after him to one of the still spotless tables. .

-Voucher. This is it,” he mutters when I'm close, the book currently open to the correct pages, showing a guide to Dark Potland with a bunch of blue lines drawn on it. See this? They are Ley lines. They are planned by earthly flows — he clarifies serenely.

“Jay said he and Linda were taking a look at the convergences,” I comment, dubiously recalling being important to that discussion. All things being equal, it was the last time I spoke to Jay, or anyone in the pack.

—Most likely... this,— articulates, signaling Angeldo with his finger the convergence of th