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Degrey raised his perfect left hand. For the first time, he pointed not at the breach, but at —the child.

“Why?” Morwen asked.

“For us to join.” The Needle of Noon had once risen three hundred feet—a spiral of enchanted glass and silver filigree. Now it was a shattered husk, leaning at a fifteen-degree angle, its interior flooded with rain that fell upward from a crack in its foundation. rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1