..under every stone..

Some kind of cosmic alignment was in process. Doorways and apartments everywhere were puking out daemons and witches faster than capes could counter them. And yet..

..something more sinister was afoot. A tip, a clue, found it’s way to me. Someone had assembled the missing pages of a dark manuscript. Something MAGI would pay well for and something I certainly didn’t want laying around for too long unsupervised.

It didn’t take long to find some Circle lurking while I watched from the roof nearby. They had a look of extra-nefarious intent.

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