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Looking through the glass, the forest transformed. The shadows between the trees weren't empty; they were filled with the shimmering outlines of a city that had existed a thousand years ago. Towers of glass rose where the pines stood, and spectral figures moved through the undergrowth like silk caught in a breeze.

Elias adjusted the focus. He saw a woman in a gown of woven light standing exactly where he stood. She was looking at a flower—a species that had been extinct for centuries—that only bloomed in the overlap of their worlds. 853x1280_545c9b2260fc126601a0fee7b9457e29.jpg

The coordinates were etched into a scrap of parchment no bigger than a matchbox, but they led Elias to the exact center of the Great Pine Forest. He stopped when the air grew cold enough to turn his breath into silver ghosts. Looking through the glass, the forest transformed