CHAPTER 35The Thirty-Percent ThresholdSaturday, February 19, 2028 – 11:11 p.m.She comes in person this time.No mirrors.No tricks.No half-stepping out of glass.The Forty-Eighth simply walks out of the steam rising from the Arlington springs at midnight, barefoot, wearing my face, my body, my exact outfit from last Halloween (black cropped hoodie, pink Vans, twin tails sharp enough to cut).Only the crown is complete.Forty-seven pieces blazing like dying stars.The entire valley goes dead quiet (no crickets, no traffic, no ghosts).She stops ten feet away from me on the empty lawn of the Arlington Hotel.Remy is at my left, claws out, locket pulsing crimson.Seras at my right, hair already on fire, the Blazing Wukong outline flickering around her like a second skin.Kayo behind me, nine golden tails fanned wide.Aki and Riku flanking, horns glowing.Rowan Vale stands farther back, galaxy eyes unreadable, but his hands are glowing with Shambhala wards.Al, Frankie, and half the O
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