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She fell. The Mark on the pillar blazed so bright it turned her blood to steam.

Then a belt snapped. A massive iron shuttle flew from a loom like a cannonball. It passed through Elias—he felt a cold, hollow shock—and struck the woman in the chest. Searching for- paranormal activity marked ones in-

He was gasping. His hand was pressed against the pillar. When he pulled it away, his own palm was smoking, seared with the negative image of the handprint. The Mark had been looking for someone to complete its circuit. He was the final, tragic signature. She fell

And then Elias was back. Alone. In the dark, ruined mill. A massive iron shuttle flew from a loom like a cannonball

He followed the sound deeper, past overturned looms and piles of shattered spools. The tick grew faster, more urgent. Then, he saw it.