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The first visit was an accident, it continued. A tear in the veil. A ripple from a dying star three thousand years ago. You saw me because the storm bent time. But you were never meant to remember.

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.

But something remained.

"Then close it!" Elias shouted. His voice echoed across the silver forest, and the three moons flickered. The first visit was an accident, it continued