Then he’d seen what they were doing with it.
Kaelen opened his eyes. Tears streamed down his face—but they were warm. For the first time in fifteen years, the weight on his chest wasn't a stone. It was a hand. Gentle. Resting. bdmv modifier 2.0
The Scour would find an empty room, a flickering blue afterimage, and a man who no longer feared his own ghosts. Then he’d seen what they were doing with it