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He scrambled for the door, but his hands felt heavy. Looking down, he saw his fingers lengthening, hardening into dark, curved talons. His skin erupted in a silent explosion of blue-grey feathers—the exact shade of "The Watcher." The email subject line sat in Elias’s inbox
The screen went black, leaving only the soft sound of wings beating in the dark of a room that was no longer there. Each one frozen in a beautiful, hand-painted frame
Elias ripped the headset off, but the voice remained, vibrating in the air of his room. He looked at his bedroom floor. It was no longer carpet. It was covered in soft, dry saw-grass. The walls were fading into a misty, watercolor treeline.
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