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The Shatterwake
Author: MDW
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The world splintered.

Not with noise—but with silence.

Brown blinked—and the Archive, the gods, the runes, Clara—all dissolved like mist in a rising sun.

He gasped, lurching upright. His hands grabbed at the air, at the wound on his forearm—but found only skin. Smooth. No mark. No rune. No pulse of ancient power.

He was back.

In the real world.

Concrete ceiling above. Fluorescent light buzzing faintly. The air stank of rust and antiseptic.

A hospital?

No.

The restraints told a different story.

His wrists were bound in soft leather cuffs. His ankles too. An IV line dripped into the crook of his arm—though the liquid wasn’t clear. It shimmered faintly violet.

“What—what is this...”

Brown struggled, mind spinning. The memories of gods, of a wounded world, of Clara’s eyes and Lysa’s chant—all still there. Vivid. Real. And yet… not.

The door creaked open.

A man in a lab coat entered, clipboard in hand, his expression blank. Behind him: a man Brown knew.

Marek.

Clean-cut. Calm. Smiling.

“Go
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