“What the hell does this one mean?” Fisher met my gaze. “That one’s difficult. I can’t give you a definitive answer. Not yet.” “There’s magic in it, isn’t there?” “There’s magic in all of them,” he said nonchalantly, taking a manful bite out of his own breakfast. “If you don’t want to keep them…” “How am I supposed to know if I want to keep them if I don’t know what they mean?” “I’m sorry. You’re right. Here.” He gestured for me to give him my hand, which I did. A moment later, a creeping cold ran over my skin. One by one, the runes faded from my skin until even the complex, multi-layered rune
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