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My new form was transparent, and Peter looked at me in horror. “Jane! No!” He struggled in my grasp, but I found that even I couldn’t open my own fingers. “Release me and return to your body!”
Our forms flickered and I felt a terrible pain like needles that pricked all over my soul.
“Jane!” Caius shouted as he lunged for me.
Peter and my forms flickered again, and the light blinded me so that I shut my eyes. When I opened them the area around us was different. We floated above the floor of a classroom. There were the typical wood desks and chairs, positioned as though ready for class but for the layers of dust and cobwebs. A wide aisle separated four rows, and kneeling in that aisle was the bowed form of High Monitor Amsel.
Only it wasn’t her.
My eyes widened as I beheld a
