But the air from the other side was already leaking through. It was cold and sweet and carried the faint sound of someone turning a page. Aris saw a hand—a woman’s hand, with a silver ring—reach for a teacup on a side table. She hadn’t noticed the window yet.
When the wheel stopped, the windows changed. 25h1 windows
In the shard closest to his face, he saw the woman from the library. She was standing up now, her teacup forgotten, her eyes wide as she stared back at him. She raised her hand and pressed it against her side of the glass. But the air from the other side was already leaking through
The other worlds had been looking in . And 25H1 had just given them a way. her teacup forgotten