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I cannot, said the visitor. Only the Anchor's keeper can. And now — it pointed one long finger at Elias's chest — that is you. 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 being stepped closer. Elias could smell ozone and rain and something older — the dust of ancient libraries, the silence between heartbeats. mysteries visitor part 2.

The floorboards still creaked where it had stood. That was the first thing Elias noticed when he woke. Dawn bled through the frost-crusted window, pale and thin, and the cabin felt emptier than before — if that was possible. The visitor was gone. I cannot, said the visitor

Elias opened his mouth to argue. He hadn't followed. He had simply touched a piece of glass. But the being raised a hand — three fingers, too long — and the protest died in his throat. Elias woke on his cabin floor, the iron

The shard of glass was still in his hand. He hadn't realized he was still holding it. But it had changed: no longer cold, but warm, and inside it swirled a tiny galaxy, spinning slow.