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The Historical Gallery and Cultural Museum hadn’t changed much since Erika’s last visit. They had to put a wall back together here or there, but Erika hadn’t actually caused all that much damage to the place. The authorities shut down the entire building later that evening, citing ‘gas leaks’. This indicated that some intruders might have gotten in despite her shutting down the portal. If they had made a mess, cleaners had long since tidied it up. The incident made her wonder how they handled…-
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14 – The Hunters Reconvene
The atmosphere within Varn’s suffocated Erika, making her feel like she was walking on eggshells. Not everyone was present. The Fixer still hadn’t made a peep since ordering Erika away from the motel; Erika tried sending texts, emails, and even tried calling up The Church to see if they had any idea what might have happened—in all three cases, she got no responses. Anna was the other glaring absence. Although The Castle had released her, she was at home with her mother. Erika approved, having…-
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“So, about your parents—” Erika stopped Leslie before he could begin, holding up her hand. “The Fixer said they knew what they were doing, that they had escaped these kinds of situations before, and that they didn’t have time to elaborate. It’s been three days. I have seen no sign of them or Leah, and I don’t know what to do beyond trust that they’ll show up again, eventually.” As far as Erika was concerned, there was nothing more to say on the subject. Leaving like she had pissed…
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Erika slipped between clusters of laughing kids and the glow of arcade cabinets, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and sweaty teenagers. She paused beside a pinball table, watching the silver ball ricochet under neon lights, then caught sight of Rick hunched over a malfunctioning cabinet, screwdriver in hand and cardboard tube on his back. “Need some help?” she called, raising her voice over the thumping bass music that she had picked out—royalty free, despite her doubts that any big music…
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17 – Another Brick in the Wall
“This feels weirder than normal,” Erika said as they blazed down the streets of Chicago. Carter bending time wasn’t usually all that apparent. The effect gradually fell off as physical distance increased, leaving a rather large bubble around him where people could get more time per time, thus accomplish more, move faster, or otherwise just experience time a little faster than normal. From her perspective, nothing normally felt different either. She could drive the speed limit from her relative…-
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“Do you know anything about this place?” Erika asked as they slowly drove along the black cobblestone bridge. Now that they were moving, she had a little more mental space for taking in the new realm they were in. Periodic raised archways stretched high into the red-tinged mist, each decorated with tall, inhuman statues made from polished obsidian. A gnawing unease settled on Erika’s shoulders as they passed one particular statue, feeling like she was being watched by the multitude of eyes peering…
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Varn’s felt different without anybody around. Erika spent all of a Tuesday morning tidying up around the old arcade, cleaning a few of the neglected cabinets, organizing the stock of tokens that would replace quarters, and setting out the prizes. The boarded-up windows had been replaced with proper glass, though they were shuttered at the moment; between the light coming in through the windows and the new lights throughout the arcade, more dust than ever was visible on nearly every surface. The King…
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20 – The Cult of the Dead God
Erika sat in the rear seat of The Warrior’s enchanted van, glowering out the window as they traveled away from the bird city, back toward the long, black cobblestone bridge. “Am I the only one who thinks we shouldn’t be headed toward the giant monster chained up under a bridge?” The Stalker asked, echoing Erika’s thoughts. Nothing about the situation felt good to Erika, but she didn’t exactly have better ideas. They were headed back to where Erika found herself after appearing in this…-
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Erika’s good mood did not last long. As if attracted by the fight with the pale-tattooed man, flocks of metallic birds swarmed overhead. If there had been a sun in this place, they would have blotted it out. As it was, Erika didn’t know why she could see with no obvious source of light and, frankly, did not care. “Reload!” Erika shouted, passing her spent gun to one cultist whose name she still had not learned. They took it from her and passed her a loaded gun in return, which Erika snatched up,…
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Layer by layer, sense by sense, Erika felt herself peeled apart. Sound went first: the gunfire, the shouts, the screech of metal birds all stretched and warped, then snapped into a cacophonous silence. The bridge, the van, and her allies smeared into streaks of color, then into impossible geometries—shapes that hurt to look at, their colors did not exist. Smell and taste followed, but not quietly. The spiciest curry paled compared to the taste of reality. A violent explosion of every taste at once…
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