Chapter 41: The Gap
As if mesmerized, we began walking back along the path we had originally come from.
The cause of all these strange phenomena was undoubtedly the green characters carved into this black obelisk. They shone vividly even in darkness, and I had seen something like this before.
A mysteriously glowing green meteorite that had been swept away by the rapids of the Thames. The characters on the obelisk gleamed with that same otherworldly green hue, bright enough to pierce the darkness.
There was no mistaking it.
For months, I had been obsessed with Madame Curie’s records, studying them so intensely I could almost hear her breathing beside me. Every pathologically detailed description and paranoid observation she’d recorded seemed to float through my fevered mind. Even in dreams, I saw Madame Curie’s face, twisted with madness, captivated by the green fluorescence of the meteorite.
“Is that you? What happened?”
Voices called out each time we passed through a train car. Marie slowed her pace at each call, but I continued forward without answering.
“Didn’t I warn you not to go!”
We brushed off all interruptions and pressed onward against the flow of the train.