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... not code, but glass.
Cracks webbed beneath his hands, reflecting distorted fragments of himself.Above him, the dreamlayer had closed—like a mouth sealing shut.
He looked up just in time to see Lyra dragged across the transparent floor by the corrupted child.
She kicked, screamed, resisted—but her face was already flickering.Memories from her past, good and bad, were bleeding out of her skin like steam.
"LYRA!"
His voice cracked as he spri ...
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