As he looked down at her terrified eyes, he realized that she wasn’t pointing towards him but rather past him; he turned around and saw a large levitating rectangle floating behind him. He stared at the shape, trying to figure out what was on its face, when it began to change; it now resembled an enormous tarot card with a blurry image emblazoned on its front.
Tim studied the Roman numerals, shuddering as he deciphered them.
“XIII XVIII. Thirteen eighteen—just like the clock…”
He turned his attention to the picture and noted to his dismay that it appeared to be a snapshot of his encounter with the Creature. Everything was there: the crimson sand and vermillion lightning, the twisters in the distance, the contorted faces screaming in the sky, and the wicked beast st...
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