Impossible, turning belief upside down, tearing away the veil of normality to reveal the glittering evil beneath. A mixture of panic and longing pushed up under her breastbone. The mountains gave way to mare's-tail wisps. Charlotte was huddled on the floor, hair dishevelled, head bowed on Fleur's knee—a
A thin figure crossing the room in the background, someone who hadn't been there before… no, hallucinating now. And again, she had that fevered illusion of mountains in the sky, made of some purplish viscous substance that rolled over and over on itself. Her words were slurred. Henry went obediently to the sink, filled a metal beaker and placed it on the tripod over a blue jet of flame.
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