The power detonated.
He didn't die. The Key healed him instantly, restoring the bullet hole. The scream he let out wasn't human.
Only one of them was silent. The detective, Jack Vincent. He wasn't looking at the zombies. He was staring at the giant, cyclopean eye that had replaced the moon. The Shadow Man had promised them truth. He had given them a world of lies.
"Bring me 115."
"You've done wonderfully," he said, his voice like oiled glass. "Four souls. Broken, desperate, violent. The perfect key to unlock the final seal. I thank you for your service."
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