Remembering Sidney's precise cadence, Jared pinched the ragged Guiding Talisman between two numb fingers.
With that memory guiding his fingers, he snapped the Guiding Talisman open; pale threads of light seeped out, wriggling like earthworms desperate for soil. Each thread found a current in the raging void and anchored, tugging him toward a path too narrow to see.
He stepped after it, jaw clenched against the sideways gravity that kept trying to tear his boots free.
***
News of the Ghostspring Sect swelled behind his ribs like a second heartbeat, forcing speed over caution.
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