[ His gaze swept the room. From the machines to the dust at his feet. From one wall to the other, before returning to Mason. With a smile and tilt of his head that showed just how much of an idiot Jerry thought the reaper was. And made a whole lot creepier by the expanded black of his eyes.
He dragged a finger in a slow circle against the barrier, hard enough to create a blue light trail. No, not a circle. The same thing that was now carved into his cabin door: a spiral. ]
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He dragged a finger in a slow circle against the barrier, hard enough to create a blue light trail. No, not a circle. The same thing that was now carved into his cabin door: a spiral. ]
I could ask you the same thing.