Chapter 8I fell through white mist, which confused me. Everyone talked about big pools of magic burning them, searing their aura. Drew had described diving into the Portland node as a test of endurance against a scalding force trying to incinerate him. He’d faced a bizarre metaphysical scenario, but he’d been trying to accomplish something specific.
Since I wanted to find something, I expected the sink to flood me with power until I gave up or saw the key hiding in plain sight. Finding that imperfection should have taken me deeper into the pain or washed it over me. None of this made sense according to Anne and Stace.
My body thumped against a cloud in the fog. The impact shocked more than hurt. Rising to my hands and knees on a lumpy surface, I watched the fog recede to reveal the exact
