There was the high temple. Faultline and the hypnotist they’d hired had talked her through it, building a place that wasn’t so influenced by Elle’s negative thoughts and ideas.
High temple? Sounds like what she pulled out at the mall.
It was a place she associated with personal triumphs, with her inner strengths. At the opposite end of the coin was also the bad place.
The low toe?
Also, this sounds like a healthy practice. Kudos to the hypnotist.
Of the worlds, it was the biggest by far. Nothing she could use there, she knew. She was intimately familiar with every aspect of it. She had spent a long time there.
Ouch.
Her eyes snapped open as explosion erupted in the street.
She saw Faultline, Gregor and Shamrock tumbling through the air.
Yeeah, this ain’t ideal.
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