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They don’t knock. They don’t wait.
They slither their way into your thoughts while you’re trying to enjoy your mediocre wine and half-rotten cheese, rewriting the air in the room until it tastes like iron and inevitability.
That was the vibe tonight.
I stared down at the Grimoire of Patterns, its ink rearranging itself slowly, almost deliberately, like it wanted to be understood—but only if I asked the right questions.
A summoning pattern.
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