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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.

But something remained.

On the oak table, where the figure had laid its slender, luminous hand, a single object now sat: a shard of glass no larger than a matchbox. It wasn't there when Elias had finally fallen asleep, clutching the iron poker like a prayer. Yet there it was — humming. mysteries visitor part 2.

He looked out the window.

The world went white. When his vision cleared, Elias was no longer in his cabin. He stood at the edge of a forest he didn't recognize — the trees were silver, their leaves dripping light like liquid mercury. Above, three moons hung in a triangle, and the ground beneath his bare feet was warm, pulsing, alive. I cannot, said the visitor

"Then why am I here?" Elias whispered.

The being tilted its head. One of its eyes closed — a slow, deliberate blink. Elias woke on his cabin floor, the iron