Ghostly fingers plucked at me as if seeking my attention. Fitz. Be careful. Get back. Verity. But his Skilling had no more force than a puff of wind, despite the effort I knew it cost him. Something was between us, a cold fog, yielding yet resisting, entangling like brambles. I tried to care, tried to find enough fear to send me fleeing back to my body. But it was like being trapped inside a dream and trying to awaken. I could not find a way to struggle out of it. I could not find the will to try. A whiff of dog-magic stench in the air, and look what I find. Will hooked into me like cat claws,
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