The hairs on the back of Gibson’s neck stood up as the air charged with weird energies. His scalp prickled, but he refused to be bothered by it.
A coruscating strand of light reached up from the dead man’s ruined chest and touched the dangling crystal.
Keira’s eyes rolled back and pale, wispy ectoplasm began to pour from her eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.
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