Pursuit

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The city is an inky, purplish blue, as though someone has poured expensive dye over Berend’s vision. The color obscures the lines of the buildings and dims the street lamps even as it provides its own eerie light. Through it runs the wake of Geray’s magic: bright green threads that dart through the air, swimming after their creator. 

Geray is moving fast, much faster than he should be, dragging Warder and his device. He’s still ahead of Berend as he crosses into the university’s grounds. 

I hate magic, Berend decides, as he turns a corner and a wave of dizziness nearly knocks him down. He hates Geray’s illusions and his diabolical speed, and he hates whatever Isabel did to him to make him able to see it. 

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