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“Does this have to do with something damned or are we in that funky painting?” she asked her companions.
“This is a specialty of Azazel’s called the Devil’s Maze,” Jack told her as he inched up his steps. “I’ve only seen her deploy it once, and that was against the other Death Touched.”
“Did they get out of it?” she wondered.
“No.”
Nena winced. “So there’s no way to get out of it?”
Jack flashed her a grin. “Maybe there is. I wasn’t on the receiving end last time, so let’s see what a little transparency will reveal.” He walked up his stairs to where the steps disappeared into the wall and stretched out his arm. His limb disappeared into the wall like he was transparent and Jack wiggled his arm around. “I feel something soft.”
“That would be my coat,” Peter spoke up.
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