Chapter 108
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As Matthew fluttered above Constantine, keeping a careful distance, he watched as she strode through the streets with purpose. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but it was clear that she was hunting for something—or someone. The way she occasionally glanced over her shoulder made Matthew wonder if she sensed him. Still, he was good at staying unnoticed. At least, he thought he was.

Just as Constantine turned a corner, Matthew suddenly felt a strange pull in his chest, like an invisible string yanking him backward. His feathers ruffled as his vision blurred for a moment. He knew this sensation all too well—he was being summoned.

"Oh, come on!" Matthew squawked in frustration, flapping his wings furiously to resist the pull. "Not now! I was just getting to the good part!"

But there was no stopping it. The pull of the Dreaming was absolute, and before he knew it, the waking world faded away, replaced by the ethereal glow of Morpheus’s domain.

Matthew found himself in the grand halls of
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