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The Time ItemJonah's mind jammed. Once he heard the surname, all the subtle differences he'd seen in Roger's demeanor in the past couple of minutes made sense. They were all congruent with Creyton.
The world had done a one-eighty. Up was down, black was white—
“I—” he forced out, “but I killed you.”
Roger's face hardened. “Chance happened upon you and you were lucky enough to take advantage of it. Do not harbor any delusion that you defeated me. You thought yourself victorious after destroying my shell? How little you understand, boy.”
Jonah didn't even register being called “boy” by someone who looked his age. Random things like that just didn't compute at the moment. “I vanquished your spirit,” he insisted. “I forced your spirit to the Other Side.”
“Wrong again, Rowe,” said Rog
