Chapter Four
SurrenderThe silence was absolute. For years they had called out. Their cries pierced The Stepping Realm from The Betwixt, a place where all those wishing to venture between planes must pass. Their ritual never varied. Four would sit, four would rest. Their minds extending to touch the gateway to the waking world, hoping to relay their message and receive an answer. The silence was deafening.
There had been minor successes. The implantation of thoughts or ideas, but nothing had given the desired result. The one they sought remained beyond their grasp, captured only in fleeting glimpses. It was yet another confirmation that powers of old were indeed weakening. It was even noticeable in The Betwixt, a plane which adjoined all others, a place where dream and reality met.
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