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Jack Meets Todd — Order of the White Rose
Day 7 of the Diary of Magnus Cray
Todd scared the hell out of the kid today. Then again, he scared the hell out of me, too. He is a daemon of the Second Layer, after all. Still, it was fun to see Lord Swagger Jack’s eyes bug out of his head at the sight of him.
We were at the shack, of course. Things were still in good condition considering I left it unattended for over a year. I had to deal with a cottonmouth that’d gotten inside and made the shack home, but that worked well because I was able to use its blood for the ritual rather than my own. I’m hardly above shedding my own juice for knowledges, of course, but I do prefer to shed something else’s.
The padlock on the door was untouched. That’s why I built the shack out in the middle of the bayou, accessible only by boat, of course, but these days you never can be sure what, if anything, is off limits to industrious meth heads. Luckily, it was still locked up tight and safe.
I think the stress of the road and the chase are wearing me down more than I realized. The ritual took a full…
