[ The chains are firmly secured, leading into a metal container that looks more like a medieval torture device than any kind of casket or coffin. It swings, with the occasional creak, suspended from unseen anchor points high above the lake, as if cradled by a slight breeze.
There are locks, but the moment Avery makes an attempt to open it, the locks crack and fall into the water.
The shadow that's been guiding him is gone as if it was never there; there's no need for the projection, now that he's found its source. There's no other doors this time; Ekkehardt, his face in shadow, wreathed and shackled in chains, is bound inside. Perfectly still.
The only question is what to do in order to wake him up. ]
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There are locks, but the moment Avery makes an attempt to open it, the locks crack and fall into the water.
The shadow that's been guiding him is gone as if it was never there; there's no need for the projection, now that he's found its source. There's no other doors this time; Ekkehardt, his face in shadow, wreathed and shackled in chains, is bound inside. Perfectly still.
The only question is what to do in order to wake him up.
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