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But the air from the other side was already leaking through. It was cold and sweet and carried the faint sound of someone turning a page. Aris saw a hand—a woman’s hand, with a silver ring—reach for a teacup on a side table. She hadn’t noticed the window yet.

It was a field. Tall, green grass swayed under a sun the color of a ripe apricot. A wooden fence, half-collapsed and beautiful, ran along a distant treeline. Aris could smell it—wet earth and wild mint—seeping through the hermetically sealed vents. 25h1 windows

“Aris, don’t,” Kael whispered.

In the shard closest to his face, he saw the woman from the library. She was standing up now, her teacup forgotten, her eyes wide as she stared back at him. She raised her hand and pressed it against her side of the glass. But the air from the other side was already leaking through

Aris felt a pull in his chest. Home. He didn’t know this place, but his bones did. He pressed his palm flat against the pane. The lock mechanism clicked. She hadn’t noticed the window yet