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    The Dark Veil Opens: Shadowless, #1
    The Dark Veil Opens: Shadowless, #1
    The Dark Veil Opens: Shadowless, #1
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    The Dark Veil Opens: Shadowless, #1

    By Christopher Schmitz

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    Stay in the Light... Stay alive.

     

    The end begins. Two researchers and their assistant discover a scientific link between the supernatural and the natural when they unwittingly unleash something evil upon a college campus.

     

    Dealing with a murderer accidentally implanted with a being of sheer evil is one thing--but what would the general public do if they knew the secrets that metaphysical science had uncovered?

     

    Some secrets, by their nature, must remain in the dark.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristopher Schmitz
    Release dateOct 1, 2021
    ISBN9798201027513
    The Dark Veil Opens: Shadowless, #1
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    Christopher Schmitz

    Christopher Schmitz (M.A.), geb. 1988, ist wissenschaftlicher Mitarbeiter am Göttinger Institut für Demokratieforschung.

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      The Dark Veil Opens - Christopher Schmitz

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      The Dark Veil Opens

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      For my kids…

      Just in case I never told you, there really were monsters in your closets.

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      The Dark Veil Opens

      1.

      Dr. Swaggart, stared at the light. Sterile and fluorescent, it drowned out everything except the beeping. The electronic tones finally ceased momentarily and Swag’s eyes refocused; most people called him Swag by his request. Before him stood the corral of humans who scanned arm-loads of items at Bigmart’s self-checkout counters.

      Bundles of unnecessary sundries and impulse purchases mounded carts accompanied by food in portion sizes that could feed starving third world families, but of a quality which would poison them if ingested. A disinterested woman with a mole on her face tugged at her Bigmart vest as she leafed through a tabloid.

      Standing anxiously in a line now only seven-persons-deep, Swag fidgeted with the package of batteries in his hands. It was the only item he needed to purchase. He glanced to his right. Fifteen empty lanes away sat the only open register staffed by a living person; a sign labeled it Speedy Checkout: 10 items or less. The three women in line for it each leaned against carts piled to precarious heights as they pushed aside the hair from their angled bob hairdos which framed their faces.

      He grimaced once he finally pulled into the queue for a register. There wasn’t much he could do except wish for curses upon the Speedy Checkout quantity abusers. Swag scowled at the logical inconsistency of his inner thoughts: he didn’t believe in curses... in a god, any higher power, or even a baseline morality. Curses didn’t make sense. They were an old habit.

      Swag finally stepped up to the register when his eyes caught a flash of white. He turned his head and spotted the woman in a lab coat that matched his own. Squinting across the distance, he noticed the ID badge was similar, though he could not make out a name. She must work on the same campus, he noted, catching a glance of his own ID; he usually unclipped it in public.

      Dr. Jimmy Swaggart, it read.

      He loathed that name with every fiber of his being. Above everything else, Swag was an empiricist—in fact Swag barely even put faith in what his own eyes told him, most of the time. He had an undergrad philosophy teacher to thank for that.

      Swag’s hyper-religious parents had saddled him with the unfortunate moniker, and he did his best to obfuscate his full, legal name whenever possible. A piece of masking tape on the bottom of his badge read, Please call me Swag.

      The fact that his parents had so blatantly named him after a world famous, or infamous in many circles, televangelist had driven a deep rift between the scientist and his parents. Especially during his collegiate years. They talked now—Mother’s Day and Christmas, usually—but that damage was permanent.

      After swiping his card, he took one last glance at the attractive blond, and headed towards Bigmart’s door. Swag wished he was the kind of guy who struck up random conversations with pretty girls… but he was simply not that guy.

      Science is my mistress, he told the confused greeter at the door. A few moments later, Swag slid into the seat of the dilapidated vehicle. His partner, Dr. Raymond Lems, sat behind its wheel.

      We’re good to go, Swag said, and the two drove off towards the city park.

      You really think this will give us some hard data? Raymond asked.

      Swag shrugged and reached into the back seat. He retrieved an EMF meter and a few other types of hand-held scanners he’d rented from a local man and social

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