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... y of the Blue House, the pale light of a desk lamp cast strange shadows on the walls. Xavier Quinn sat hunched over his desk, a piece of paper pinned before him, hands moving in quick, precise motions.
He wasn’t writing.
He was drawing—a series of cryptic runes and circles that pulsed faintly in the lamplight. Some twisted like vines, others were rigid and jagged like claws. The ink he used was deep crimson, unnaturally thick.
It wasn’t ink.
It was blood.
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