Mysteries Visitor Part 2.

With that, she was gone.

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.

"The debt, Arthur. The debt your grandfather accrued. Silas brought you the Marker." She pointed a gloved finger toward the library. "The compass. You touched it, didn't you?" With that, she was gone

The being tilted its head. One of its eyes closed — a slow, deliberate blink. mysteries visitor part 2.