It was a pleasant day. A cloudless sky and just enough breeze to circulate the warm air. The tail end of summer; if the air had a particular quality or resonance (and the Moros was not about to Scrutinise it) Campanella felt it would have to be contentment. The rush of the early summer months was long gone and the hot, heady, days of midsummer were now fading away; what was left was the peace of having done everything that one had set out to do. Of simply being and enjoying life.
Oh! What a bliss to be ignorant!
Campanella raised fingers to massage the unwholesome thought away.
For the Sleepers, yes! Summer was a time of quiet enjoyment. But for the Pentacle there could be no relief. Hunted. Hounded. Heirs to a lost legacy and an empty Sanctuary. Even memory had been stripped from them. Memory of place and person; memory of deeds done and battles won. The Moros Mystogogue was no longer even certain his fragmentary notes, hinting at an Athenaeum under a museum, were even authentic anymore.
His one hope was Faye. Their one hope was Faye. TheAcanthusThyrsus claimed to retain the ghosts of memory about a place of power: a holding of her Order. A hotel called The Bismark.
It was high time they laid aside theory and put memory to the test.
Campanella waits for the others to arrive. He leans on his car, face now turned to the azure sky. The sun caresses him; the gentle breeze ruffles his hair timidly. So pleasant. He takes the few moments of peace when and where he can, these days.
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Car; Magical Tools: Knife, Book; Smartphone