Book 3 - Chapter 35

The Unraveller pointed at the tether.

Not at me.

Not at Jasper.

At the space between us.

Reality flinched.

The tether shuddered like something alive in a storm. Its impossible colour dimmed, then brightened, then dimmed again—like breath caught in lungs that weren’t lungs at all.

Jasper moved fi...

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