I found some Tupperware containers in the kitchen, and while I fished around through the hole in the living room floor for a solid enough piece or three, I sent the shadow creeping along through the house, looking for the glyph Tyler had mentioned.
The lady of the house was a tad worse for wear, and the bits of gristle and bone I fished out made my fingers sting and burn when I touched them. After another trip to the kitchen, I soon had half a dozen Monster McNuggets wrapped up in tinfoil and tucked into a Tupperware sandwich box. While I worked, I was treated to a rapidly improving topographic map of the house as the shadow flowed into every room in the house, sliding along the ceilings and walls and wafting through the air. She found where the man of the house had stashed his porn collection and where his youngster had tucked candy wrappers hidden away in his room. But no glyph.
“Come on, already, it’s a freaking scar on reality. How hard could it be to find?” I got up to help her look around, and within minutes found the glyph in the pool in the backyard.
I crouched at the edge, staring into the pool why my shadow sulked. She felt she’d been told to search the house, not the pool, and that I’d cheated somehow. The glyph was much easier to see in the water than it had been in the air. The mind-wrenching lines of the thing carved through the water, leaving empty spaces, almost like there was a glass shape floating in the depths.
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