I immediately closed my eyes and tried to summon my Foreseer ability, but apparently Stephan had been telling the truth about my ability being gone because I felt nothing.
This couldn’t be happening.
I limped to the door, and opened it up, hoping I wouldn’t come face-to -face with a Death Walker. But there was nothing but miles and miles of snow. And scattered across the miles and miles of snow—at least as far as my eyes could see—were dots and dots of tiny lavender crystal balls.
I let out a scream for help, but the only thing that returned to me was my own echo.
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