Elias woke on his cabin floor, the iron poker digging into his ribs, the fire long dead. Dawn was still bleeding through the window. Only seconds had passed. But the shard was real — warm in his palm, its tiny galaxy spinning.
The bricks gave way, and a hand, pale and translucent, reached out from the darkness within the wall. Arthur raised the iron poker, his heart hammering against his ribs. mysteries visitor part 2.
"The debt is not to a man, Arthur. It is to the Void." She entered the library and stopped in front of the coffee table. She picked up the compass. The needle, which had pointed at Arthur moments ago, now spun wildly, then pointed directly at Vane. She smiled. "Silas didn't vanish. He was absorbed. That was his payment for failing to deliver the Marker to a blood relative before his own time was up. He was the interest." Elias woke on his cabin floor, the iron
And behind it, the sky was beginning to crack. But the shard was real — warm in