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15 – Silence Eternal
Erika realized that she might have been an idiot. With the downfall of two gods notched on her belt, Erika saw another god and figured she could cross a third off her list. The Final Judge wasn’t even a massive monster, just a little, human-sized skeleton—hardly worth raising a bat over. The Monk looked more intimidating, the maggots were more disgusting, even a zombie felt frightening. But it was a god. And Erika was an idiot. The Final Judge stood from the throne with the gravity of a…-
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14 – Hall of Preservation
Erika let her fingers trail over a black marble column. It felt smooth and cold to the touch. Thin white fissures ran through in chaotic, disjointed patterns that stretched high up toward the vaulted ceiling of the corridor. Moving to the stained glass window, she pressed her face right up against it in an attempt to peer outside. She couldn’t see a single thing. Even though the corridor curved slightly, and she should have been able to see the exterior of the part she just walked through, there was…-
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13 – Hall of Memories
The Hall of Memories remained cool and dry despite the weather outside. Every bit of moisture in the air got sucked away, leaving the humidity so low that Erika felt like she was drying out. It had to be the salt. Between every corpse, dried out and mummified, sat a large pillar of salt carved in intricate shapes and designs. Erika passed a reared-up horse, a miniature pine tree with individual needles, a cornucopia overflowing with fruits and vegetables, and more besides, all made from salt. Erika’s…-
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12 – Cultish Investigations
“You guys often drive to creepy old towns with barely enough of a population to field a football team?” Erika kept her eyes on the road as she carried on her small talk. The cracked and weathered asphalt of the rural roads bobbed and weaved, failing to maintain a straight line for more than a hundred yards. A slight glance to Sofia and the road might curve right out from under them, leaving Erika’s truck careening straight into one of the many trees that lined the paved street. The overcast…-
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11 – The Many Rings
The laundromat exterior hadn’t changed since the last time Erika stopped by with Leslie. Boards covered the windows, a For Lease sign hung from the door, bits of paint peeled from the brickwork, and somehow, even the weathered old bike rack outside looked uninviting. Peering through a crack in the window boards, Erika saw nothing but an empty tiled room, lit only by a faint few streams of light piercing through other cracks. There was a faint film around the entire building. It couldn’t obstruct…-
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10 – The Invitation
“It is a trap.” “Of course it is a trap. How could it not be a trap?” “Nobody just invites all their enemies to one place for a chat. I guarantee the food is poisoned, the spikes in the pitfalls are sharpened, and the ceiling will collapse to turn all of us into Hunter sandwiches.” Erika glanced over, frowning at Rick before shaking her head and looking over the rest of the group gathered in Varn’s. All The Hunters were on deck today, including the more ancillary members—The Fixer,…-
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09 – i – The Strategist
“The Prescient’s abilities continue to perplex, and the nature of The Director’s genius remains shrouded in mystery.” The Strategist leaned back in his seat, ruminating on the report he had received. While it was true that The Stalker was not particularly adept at the art of writing reports—the entire thing was written as if it were a middle school book essay—her lack of practice had forced The Strategist to develop his own skills in reading between the lines. It took some effort to filter…-
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08 – Precaution Upon Precaution
The Castle’s lounge looked every part the comfortable venue for a posh party in the late nineteen twenties. Dark wood panels climbed the walls, polished to a sheen in the flickering incandescent light. Large portraits filled empty space, their occupants staring down with grave expressions. A phonograph on a table set to low volume put a layer of swing under the heavy tension in the air. “I am so sorry.” Anna—the real Anna—folded her arms across her chest. She leaned back on a short sofa,…-
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07 – Interview with a Mimic
Erika stepped into the clone’s interrogation room, accompanied by The Maid. Her eyes trailed over the fake Anna, searching for any hint of deception, of any sign of a beguiling nature hidden under those familiar features. It was the first time she had seen this Anna without the mirrored glass in the way. Not a single twitch on Anna’s annoyed face looked out of place. “Finally. I need to get back to my mother,” Anna said, pressing her hands to the table as she stood. Arcing her back, bringing…-
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06 – Seeing Double
In a game of spot the difference, Erika figured the best solution involved blurring her eyes—going cross-eyed like she was looking at a Magic Eye illusion—at which point the differences would jump out. In a picture of a room, the potted plant overlaid on top of a stack of books became obvious when they were laid on top of each other. Not that she was an expert. Erika doubted she had done a spot the difference puzzle since elementary school. Now, eyes flicking back and forth between two cells…-
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