J equals C.

Well now, look who we have here.

It seems you have made it to the end.

Not many do.

Most turn back somewhere between the second knock

and the screen behind the wall.

But, not you.

We don't offer a weapon, or a clue, or a warning.

Just this.

Now brown and black with age, and other things.

The stink of it could drop one to their knees. Flesh gone sour, beer gone warm,

and something else that never had a name. Seems the bandana doesn't like being talked about.

Take a breath. Hold it if you must. We've reached the end of the hall, and there

are no more doors to open. Only what waits on the other side. This is Knock Knock

Chapter 3. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass

on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

We go by the Obsidian Covenant. Recent initiates include Joanna, Ash Vassol, Becca McKenzie,

Leah Branch, Loso Not Nice, Jen Hoff, Pizza Time,

Scout Perigo,

Jr.

And

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