The Price Of Fate
I spun sharply, shifting Nyra higher against my chest, my body turning automatically to put her fully behind my shoulder.
The meadow shimmered. It was brief, so quick I might have dismissed it as sunlight flickering through leaves if my instincts weren’t already screaming. A thin ripple ran through the air, like heat haze. And for a fraction of a second, I saw it. A wall. Not stone. Not wood. Something clear and bending, like the sky had been folded and sewn into itself. It blinked into existence, then vanished again, leaving the meadow looking normal, beautiful, harmless, inviting.
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