That’s when it hit me. The wizard’s continuous spell had summoned the Reapers in the first place. Perhaps he had been a magical genius or something; I don’t know. But I realized what it must have been like for the Reapers, constantly hearing the spell-driven phone ringing over and over, the wizard’s voice chanting the same incantation each time they answered—or however they heard the summons.
I remembered when the Reaper tried to touch me back at Lookout Point, how his hands had passed harmlessly through my body. Unable to interact with corporeal objects, they couldn’t turn the computer off. Wondering what I’d do in their place, I realized why they had let me live.
They left me alive to silence their telemarketer.
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