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The guy never seemed to give up. “I just want to talk, Liora,” he said, sauntering after me. “Well, I don’t.” I ran my finger across the spines of some books and selected one—the title was “The History of Witches: From Soothsayers of Historical Courts to Modern-Day Frauds”. I added that one to the growing stack in my arms and kept walking, picking up my pace this time. Zane chuffed and jogged after me. “Would this change your mind?” Before I could get away, Zane held something in front of my face: two pieces of paper. I frowned and took a step back, swatting his hand out of my way.

There's no way I can get back to my room and most importantly, to my body. But I know the way and I have to go back to my room whatever happens. I can hear different voices calling my name. This is what the shaman told me before that might happen upon trying to close my third eye. After ignoring the ghosts and the other side for years, it finally relapsed. I walked towards the direction where my room is supposed to be but my entire dorm was gone.

AURORA Lizra dropped a humongous thing on my lap. “This is a history book with detailed explanations of the most famous and high-ranked Lunas that the territories have ever had. I made some small notes in most chapters and I’m sure you’ll find it useful.” Wait… it’s a book and… was she kidding me? “How many pages is this thing?” I asked, dusting and seeing nothing but the plain shabby leather brown cover of the thickest thing ever.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

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