Stone felt the revolver in his holster.
He saw the séance hall on the other side of the corridor.
To Stone's surprise, he had passed by here before, but had completely failed to notice that there was a hall at the other end of the corridor.
It seemed that changes in cognition were indeed full of unexpected surprises.
Having prepared for the sealing spell, Stone stood at the entrance of the hall and saw the pitch-black coffin inside with its lid pried open, Bronning's black and white portrait, and the offerings that were left, reduced to nothing but the bones of a chicken.
Uh, the last one seemed a bit off.
He walked into the room where the candles burned constantly, casting a dim yellow light on the howling evening of the storm, and the flickering candlelight seemed as if it would extinguish at any moment, yet the swaying flames revealed Stone's deep shadow.
"You've come."
A voice sounded from behind Stone.
