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Blue-white light flashed, and Fors felt as though vivid blocks of color resembling those of the Spirit World were flashing past her eyes.
It was like passing through a tunnel at tremendous speed. Countless symbols stretched into illusory lines that swept past her. Fors grew dizzy, then found herself standing on the lawn of a mansion, still clutching her ticket.
This... why didn't Mr. Dorian mention the correct way to use this ticket in his letter?
Fors pressed her temples. Her legs felt a little weak, and her chest felt tight. She wanted to throw up, but only felt nauseous. She moved onto the cobblestone path beside the lawn and took quite a while to recover. Fortunately, she had traversed the Spirit World many times before. This was only a mild discomfort, like spinning in place several dozen times in a row. She was much better off than the young man who had already collapsed and was twitching on the other side of the lawn.
The young man lay on his back, one hand tightly clutching a ticket identical to hers. His clothing looked very casual, more like loungewear than formal clothes for going out. He might have been a fellow victim. He looked severely motion-sick-sick from traveling through the Spirit World. Judging by his appearance and the spiritual radiance around him, he was probably a Sequence 8 or Sequence 7 Beyonder.
Since he also needed a "ticket" to get here and wasn't of a very high Sequence, he was probably another Abraham "student" like her. She didn't know who his teacher was, but they ought to be an acquaintance of Mr. Dorian's.
Fors lowered her head and examined the "ticket" that had brought her here again.
She wasn't a Traveler yet and couldn't quite understand it, but she