Sunday, mid morning
Sacramento, California
The thrum of the city seems quiet, like the world is finally settling into place, the electrical storm that had popped up out of nowhere the previous day is already settling into memory, although the air of the city still seems charged with something. An anticipation perhaps.
For once things seemed to be going smoothly, or at least no new bodies had been found. There were still a few small things that triggered worry though, but nothing completely out of the ordinary.
The first being a pair of smashed glasses.
The second being a smashed cellphone.
And the third being a thin trail of blood.
Three things that normally wouldn’t turn anyones head, unless they were looking for them, or if they could see the faint magical aura on all three.
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