Thirty-five. Into the
Otherworld.
Everything changed abruptly.
The air mimicked a knife’s
edge and Lyric immediately
sensed it. Something old.
Something musty but frigid
as all of winter all at
once. Gray shadows outlined
the desiccated trees in
front of her. Here was the
true dead of winter.
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