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- A tendril wrapped itself around my hand. It squeezed, and it squeezed against my forcefield. The forcefield didn't break, but I was aware of the strain. Fuck me- I was too close to Sveta, I could see the whites of her eyes. She was too close to me. I'd destroyed door handles on cars and pavement like this, and she was this close.
- I canceled my forcefield, and something in the micron of slack that resulted saw the tendril fail to cinch tighter, then unwind. It twisted and kinked in the air before retreating into the crack. I pressed down another patch.
- Sveta had her eyes closed.
- - Beacon 8.5
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