Threads Between Worlds (Part I)

Molly’s fingers twitched as she rubbed the fabric of the shirt. She blinked, staring down, her brain not catching up with what she’d just witnessed. Tiffany, frozen mid-laugh, let out a strangled squeak and pointed toward the bin.

“Oh, hell no,” she whispered, half laughing, half horrified. “That s...

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