Chapter 4

Marcus barely remembered the journey home, the strange napkin still clenched in his hand with a small coffee stain marking one corner. He sat on the edge of his bed for what felt like hours, staring at it while his thoughts chased each other in circles, unable to understand what he'd just witnessed.

Through his right eye, the glyph was completely gone, leaving nothing but the stained napkin. Through his left, it remained exactly where he'd drawn it, as clear as ever. The contradiction wouldn't leave him alone, and the more he thought about it, the more questions seemed to…