Devin found himself in a colder chamber that gave a chill echo to his steps, as though he was suddenly walking on marble tiles in a deserted mausoleum. His footsteps echoed hollowly in the room, seeming to bounce off bare walls.
The flicker of the yellow book that had led him here was visible, levitating in the room maybe several dozen feet ahead of him. Its covers undulated slightly, opening by small degrees and closing quickly, but before they could complete more than a few open and shut cycles, the book’s illumination faded and it blinked out.
Devin was left by himself in a chilled darkness that was eerily quiet. The sudden drop in temperature made him feel the perspiration on his forehead generated in the relative stuffiness of the othe...
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