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The assignment was simple: find the "Marked Ones." The terminology was always ridiculous, Elias thought. It made their work sound like a fantasy novel. But the reality was cold, tedious, and smelled of mildew.

It wasn't paint. It pulsed with a soft, amber light, like cooling magma. Elias pulled out his notebook and began sketching. But as he traced the whorls and lines of the print, the light flared.

The world folded.

He was no longer in the mill. He was in the same spot, but the looms were whole, roaring, and filled with women in soot-stained dresses. It was 1912. A young woman with his own sharp cheekbones glanced up from her work. Her eyes widened. She saw him.

They wanted him to become one.

Then a belt snapped. A massive iron shuttle flew from a loom like a cannonball. It passed through Elias—he felt a cold, hollow shock—and struck the woman in the chest.

She fell. The Mark on the pillar blazed so bright it turned her blood to steam. Searching for- paranormal activity marked ones in-

Elias looked at his new, permanent scar. He wasn't an archivist anymore. He was a Marked One now. And he realized the true horror of his assignment: the Ordo Veritatis didn't want him to find the Marks.