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“Because Lena is smart. Scared, but smart. She realized what she’d done and she… she painted over it. With her own blood. She sealed the King back inside the panel, but now she’s the lock. The Hollow King is tethered to her soul. Where she goes, it goes. We need you to extract the tether and destroy the painting.”

Brock opened his eyes. He was still in the kitchen. The clock on the microwave blinked 12:00—unchanged from the power surge three months ago. The half-eaten bowl of oatmeal sat on the table, a gray skin forming over the surface. He could see the oatmeal, but he could also see through the oatmeal. The spoon was a smear of chrome and shadow. brock kniles