Chapter 53 Summary: True Dark
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Summary
Nate and Jed finally limp out of the boulder field and find a hiking trail that winds through a copse of paper birches, opening onto a paved path. Ahead of them looms the old train tunnel—the destination Jed had promised. In the moonlight, the tunnel's mouth looks like a portal to somewhere else entirely, an endless walk through darkness. A shrill, inhuman scream cuts through the trees; Nate tries to pass it off as a fox, though both men are rattled.
Jed suddenly has second thoughts. He waves his hands as if warning someone away from a collapsed bridge and insists they turn back. Nate refuses, arguing that if the tunnel is a place of supernatural significance, they have an obligation to investigate. Jed relents with a sad smile, muttering an apology that Nate does not yet understand.
They enter the tunnel, and the darkness is not merely an absence of light—it feels like a physical object with weight and presence. Nate has to push himself forward with every step, the oppressive dark swallowing his flashlight beam. The ground beneath his feet feels oddly soft, almost spongy. Anxiety claws at him, and a rank smell of something dead fills the air. He calls out for Jed, but there is no answer.
When Nate turns his flashlight back toward the entrance, he sees Jed standing framed by moonlight, a revolver in his hand, hammer drawn back. Jed orders Nate to stay where he is, his voice trembling with fear or regret. Nate tries to talk him down, but Jed confesses: he killed his wife Mitzi and daughter Zelda in a drunk-driving crash. He had been drinking, turned onto a road that wasn't there, and crashed—his wife died instantly, his daughter lingered in a coma for weeks before dying. Jed believes this is part of a reset, a way to bring them back.
Nate, sensing the danger, tries to draw his own pistol, but something strikes him from behind. He is knocked to the ground, his stitches split, blood running down his nose. Standing over him is Jake—an older, corrupted version of Oliver, recognizable by his rangy build and a glowing, opalescent eye. Jake swings a baseball bat and taunts Nate, calling him