"Wait!" Elias shouted, but the shopkeeper was already a smudge of grey.
Elias laid the note on the counter. The old man froze. He reached under the register and pulled out a volume with a plain black spine. There was no title, only a hand-drawn eye on the cover. "Wait!" Elias shouted
As Elias opened the first page, the ink began to swirl and lift off the paper, wrapping around his wrists like charcoal smoke. The shop began to dissolve into a landscape of white plains and rivers of liquid lead. "Wait!" Elias shouted