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Revelations

Griffin drove while I poured over Aster’s book again. Cros rested in the back, periodically snacking. I read and reread the chapters on hellhounds, but Xavier was right. There wasn’t anything we didn’t already know. I wanted to throw the book out the window of the moving car, but deep down, I knew the answer was in there somewhere. I simply wasn’t looking hard enough.

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