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    Immediately, Rue was overwhelmed by nausea, and darkness crept in at the edges of her vision. She remained on the battlefield.
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    You. Did it somehow ping both of you, though?
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    This time, the disorientation did not return. A single thread appeared, going from her straight down.
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    aygh
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    @Ookla the Believer Writer of letters
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    There was another lurch, and she was back on the battlefield, still standing, blood dripping from her hand where the shard had cut it. She had apparently dropped it while in the vision.
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    She felt a lurch, and suddenly she was no longer in the battlefield. She felt the now familiar cold of the underworld and its waters. She was quite far beneath the strange ocean. The lights of souls dotted the surface above like stars. Rue found that she could not move, or look around. It seemed that she was only observing. In front of her, TAAron was suspended in the water, bathed in red light. The gash in his neck was open, and he did not appear conscious or breathing. He wasn't, however, dead. Somehow she knew that.
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    The bracelet had a couple of lines connected to it. One from it to Rue, and one that went straight down.
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    They were difficult to understand. Rue got a sense of connection. When she weaved spirit, more strands sprung from her and shot off into the distance.
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    The thing slid, and it nicked her hand, cutting remarkably easily. The spot began to bleed. There was a moment of intense disorientation, and her environment seemed to grow incoherent and distant, like she was in a dream. Threads appeared, like glowing strands, all around her, criss-crossing the landscape in an infinite network. It was overwhelming, and strangely beautiful.
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    Inside was a collection of about a dozen metal shards, interlocking to form a shattered hexagon, cracks radiating from a central piece. One shard appeared to be missing.
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    She succeeded. It was indeed some sort of metal briefcase, black with a violet trim. It had a couple latches on the front.
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    It budged slightly.
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    Eventually, it let her away to a certain point. There, in the ground, half buried and covered in weeds, was some sort of box or case.
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    There was, again, no response. It just pulled her out towards the open fields.
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    The tug had grown slightly stronger.
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    While it was mostly down, following the direction it was titled sideways led her to a balcony at the edge of the clinic, overlooking the former battlefield below.
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    There was no response.
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    The tug gained a sense of urgency.
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    It stayed stable. The direction was apparently consistent, no matter how she moved.
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    The tug seemed to grow marginally stronger, and tilted slightly to the side instead of being straight down.
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    Despite having exited the strange illusion space, she still felt that slight tug from the bracelet.
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