He saw nothing, his gaze sweeping the moonlit yard. And then a ripple of shadow caught his eye, but by the time he shifted his focus, it was gone, melting into the darkness. Jack wondered if he was hallucinating, and he trembled, contemplating pursuit. Could steel cut the heart of the wind? Could it divide the ocean’s tide? Could it make spirits cower and bend to mortals?

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