Fractured
I ask, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion.
“It might just be a glitch after porting,” Mace says, but I can tell he doesn’t believe that.
We run down the first set of stairs, through the hall, into the kitchen and then down the stairs into the basement. The room is a hive of activity as people port in and Raff’s second in command, Bryce, barks orders.
Luke makes his way over to us with a sad look on his face.
“This is bad,” he says, and the pit of dread in my stomach turns into a gaping cavern.
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