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Daniel wheezed, hitting his face and spitting out sand that wasn’t there. He spat again, touching his mouth. Nothing. He had just traveled under the earth—and there was nothing in his eyes or mouth. The ground simply ejected him spotless and baffled hundreds, perhaps thousands, of miles from his last location.
On his right, Loki was whacking his ear and head, shaking out the imaginary sand. “Stop, stop,” Daniel said, grabbing the fae’s hand before he hit himself again.
“Where are we?” Loki asked, twisting his head left and right.
“I have no freaking clue,” Daniel said, staring at the vision in front of him. It was a beach, but not the same one Serin had dumped him at twice now. That one was as far from this place as night was from day.
This place was a vision that only existed in s
