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... aze steady, sharp as the edge she held in her palm. Then, she turned her hand slightly, allowing the glint of her scissors to catch the dying sunlight bleeding through the blinds.
"They do more than cut," she said quietly, voice low like a confession and firm like a threat. "These blades sever figments, sure. They shear through figments, illusions, and dreamwalker abilities like they were paper soaked through. But that's just the start."
Oliver didn't speak. He d ...
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