Afraid, Tristan tried to pull the viewer from his eyes, but he could not. He tried to look away, but he could not. Something compelled him to keep looking, to try--against his own wishes--to actually enter this thing, this machine.
In the morning when Tristan had not come down, his mom called him. There was no answer. She went to his bedroom, knocked and went in. Tristan's bed was empty, but on his desk was a box, its lid closed, its latch firmly locked. Which was curious... very curious indeed.
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Which is what the machine might - or might not - have done, and also what the story will undoubtedly do - capture you, and require constant turning.Feb 03 2012 | Read Full Review of The Viewer
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