Tangled

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Unshift 254

254 Ava: In the Attic

Just as I'm about to suggest we try something else-anything else, like banging until we find at hidden door-movement catches my eye. A shimmer ripples across the far wall, like heat waves rising from sun- baked asphalt. It swirls and coalesces, taking on the familiar appearance of the portals we used to travel to Dakota Sanctuary,

Relief floods through me, tempered by caution.

Magister Orion asked for a portal, but his directions were vague. There's a hell of a lot of world out there.

Marcus steps forward, his jaw set with determination. "I'll go first," he says, his tone brooking no argument. Before I can protest, he's through the portal, vanishing in a blink.

Vanessa and I exchange a quick glance, an entire conversation passing between us in that split second. Together, we step into the swirling vortex.

The world twists and blurs around us, and for a heart-stopping moment, I feel like I'm falling through an endless void. Then, abruptly, solid ground materializes beneath my feet. I stumble forward, colliding with warm bodies in the darkness.

"Oof!" Vanessa grunts as we all tangle together, a mess of limbs in a space that feels far too

small.

"Sorry," I mutter, trying to extricate myself without elbowing anyone in the face. "Where are we?"

A rustling sound, then a click. Soft light floods the space.

Marcus stands a few feet away, his hand on a dangling pull cord attached to a bare bulb.

what appears to be an attic, but unlike any attic

the rafters.

mirrors with tarnished frames, their surfaces cloudy with age. Delicate porcelain figurines pose next to weathered leather-bound books. Intricate clockwork devices. tick softly, their gears

is surprisingly clean. No cobwebs drape the corners, no dust coats the surfaces. It's as

place?" Vanessa breathes, her eyes

hum, picking up on some sort of

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Ava: In the

wouldn't touch anything if I were you.

We might not know

promising knowledge and power if only I'd reach out and grasp them. I clench my fists at my sides, resisting the

out where we are," I say, forcing myself to focus on our immediate situation. "And more importantly, how to contact Lucas and the others. They need to know what's happening. Sister Miriam and Selene will have no idea how to get back to us,

how to use that damn communication orb, but at least

investigate the area. We

doesn't mean it

don't hear anything, but Marcus holds a finger to his lips, tugging at the light

hear it

go dark.

us. My breath catches in my throat as I exchange

We're not alone.

shield, and I struggle to quell the surge of guilt that rises in my throat. They

the urge to protest. Now isn't the time for heroics or misplaced pride. I force myself

trickling down my temple. The air feels thick, oppressive. Every creak of the floorboards beneath

coiled tight, ready to spring into action. My body thrums with nervous