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PAGE TWENTY-NINE

PANEL ONE: DYLAN pulls out a vial containing fine, powdery iron filings. The vial is labeled but we can’t read it yet. He talks to the air.

DYLAN:
Alright, my little friend…

PANEL TWO: DYLAN looks to the side as if trying to see the fae out of the corner of his eye, holding up the vial of iron filings, which we can now read the label of.

DYLAN:
D’you see what I’ve got here? Iron filings. That’s right: cold iron!
PANEL THREE: DYLAN looks around, calling out to the gremlin, who is unseen.

DYLAN:
Turning invisible won’t help ya, buddy!

PANEL FOUR: DYLAN chants a spell. His eyes glow with magic.

DYLAN:
féach ar an unseen.

PANEL FIVE: DYLAN sees the GREMLIN on a nearby shelf, glowing green as if lit with phosphoresence.

DYLAN:
Gotcha.

PANEL SIX: DYLAN empties the iron filings in a circle around the GREMLIN.

DYLAN:
That’ll hold ya. Your kind ain’t a fan of cold iron.