‘When you’re in tune with the
Edge you can sense people lost in it, ripples that course to all of us. Some
people ignore it of course, but others can do some good with it.’
‘Easton,’ Elle says. ‘I think
this place is the Edge. It’s the land
in between.’
I marvel at the idea of it. That
a whole world could exist alongside our own one. Every time I close my eyes I
get a glimpse into it. The universe is wide and confusing, but ultimately, this
is wonderful.
I smile. ‘Where’s Yates?’
Elle’s face falls. ‘I…um… we
haven’t found him yet.’
My face falls. Tarquin reaches
over. ‘Don’t worry yourself, everyone turns up eventually.’ He notices that my
face doesn’t change much. ‘Seriously, we rarely let anyone slip through our
fingers, unless they choose to leave themselves.’
‘Come,’ says the woman. ‘We’ll
find you lodgings. We’ll find your friend.’
The
crowd parts to let us through. Occasionally someone stops me and shakes my
hand, or claps me on the back. Of everything I’ve experienced so far, this is
the strangest.
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