Dwelling was pointless, though, and she stepped out of the tunnel mouth and back onto the ledge proper. Isolde’s face stared back at her. She shouted in panic and fumbled with the rope, desperately trying to clip in. She had to get away. She had to— Not real. She stopped, panting, her eyes fixed on the apparition. Isolde’s pale face was drawn and exhausted; she was older, perhaps, than she had been in the video. She was also hard to see, doused in shadows. Gyre stared at her, waiting for her to vanish like Hanmei had, but she remained solid. Real. Impossibly real. Gyre reached out. Isolde
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this is freaking me out!!!! can’t remember the last time a horror book managed that for me
