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Then the image snapped back.

Here’s a piece: The road to Vak’Kesh was little more than a scar across the moor—muddy ruts where supply wagons had labored before the snows came. Tomas pulled his cloak tighter, though the wind found every gap. Frost clung to the wool.

“I am Varek, last Keeper of the Silent Path. You have walked three days into a winter that does not exist. Turn back, sons of the West, or learn what waits when the rift does not close.” raymond e feist vk

The tower flickered. For one heartbeat, it was gone. Tomas saw only open moor, grey sky, the distant smudge of the forest near Crydee.

“I put him one step out of phase with this reality,” Pug said. “He’s still there. We just can’t see him anymore.” Then the image snapped back

“Pug,” he whispered. “Get us out of this.”

“Tomas. Look.”

“For how long?”

Then the raven came.

Or might have been a name: Varek .