Chapter 7: Cracks in the Glass
Peter did not dream of the circus.
He dreamed of his kitchen at home—the chipped mug by the sink, the hum of the fridge, the way morning light slanted across the table just before school. In the dream, everything was exactly right. Too right.
That was when the knock came.
Peter sat up, heart racing, the purple glow of Las’land…
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