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“Oh, definitely. But it’s hard to know how much magic or what exactly it was meant to do without translating it.”

“I went on a run with Dom last night,” Night said. “On my way back, I ended up going to the library. I found a book on blood rituals in the glass cases they keep in the back.”

“Oh? Show me.”

Night left the kitchen, then returned with a thick tome. He set it in the center of the table, and when he opened it, its spine cracked in protest. We all bent to take a closer look at the book.

“Oh,” Violet hummed. She started flipping carefully through the pages until my hand flashed out to stop her.

“Wait,” I said. I ignored the words on the page and pointed to the illustration. “I recognize a few of these. I don’t think they were in the books the elders showed me.”

“Fascinating.” Violet bent closer. “These symbols are newer than the others I remember from your drawings.”

“Oh, you’ve seen them?”

She nodded. “The elders in Wargs’ territory had them copied.”

“Gotcha.”

“Mom, do you rec