Chadstone tore through the walls of his plane, uncaring of how the little world shattered behind him, stepped into the third chamber of his game. Minka was gone. A complicated smattering of runes, tripping off his tongue like a curse or a love song, birthed a spell to find her and make sure she was alive. But she didn’t matter. Dakshana mattered, and he had to find her.
Right now.
A wall of shadow had engulfed that perfect forest, and no number of runes brought light. Chadstone realized, for the first time, that there was a dark worse than shadow.
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