The Threshold

Langley’s hand clamped down on my arm, sharp and grounding, but it didn’t matter. The hum had me. It was in my bones, in my blood, a steady pulse that wasn’t mine.

“Mara.” His voice cut through the fog, tight, urgent. “We need to move. Now.”

I wanted to answer, to tell him I heard him, but the pu...

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