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Through the Mansions of Pain
Jackson Cage stumbled out of the burning nightclub, his eyes stinging with grit.
“Johnny?” he yelled. “Johnny!”
No answer. Jackson had stayed in there far too long looking for his friend, but there wasn’t anyone inside. It was like John Yearlate had just... disappeared into thin air, same as everyone else in the club.
Not really Yearlate, he reminded himself. Just some other ghost lost in the Hotel. Nothing was real in this place, he could see that now. Just Jackson and his guitar.
Part of him wondered if anything had been real back on Ataniel either.
There was a metallic clang somewhere behind him, and Jackson turned his gaze from the empty nightclub burning down to the refinery across the way.
It didn’t make it there. Jackson felt his thoughts vanish into the night as his eyes met the steel-grey eyes of Douglas Cage.
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