Book of Reality [antikvár]

PRQLQ^UB: ON® Yb^R ^qe "I can't explain it," Section Supervisor Nine reported, "but a young man is missing." He stood before the blank wall, his head bowed in respect. "Missing?" The voice was soft and gentle, neither male nor female, but with a hint of the underlying strength. It came from nowhere in the room and everywhere, as if the owner was the room. "This is my world. People do not simply vanish."