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“That,” Jeremy went on, “is Rudolph Northrop Or rather, was The photo you’re holding is a hundred years old”

Kara went to work scrutinizing every last faded detail The table was covered with a cloth Across its surface were several itenized: a thick leather book, a ss scratched into one side A round scrying crystal glimmered in the dead center, ht, throwing the outer edges of everything into shadow

“He’s perforan It was a statement, not a question

Jereht so too”

The finer details of the photo fell under Kara’s analytical eye The bell was likely silver She could tell that fros on the candle looked triangular, although she couldn’t nize either, but its leather-bound cover was protected with thick brass corner-guards It looked old Everything did

“Where was this taken?” she asked

“Somewhere in the hotel,” Jeremy replied “At least that’s what the owner tells e, along with some others just as old All of them depicted the hotel back in its heyday, when it was first built”

“But you only took this one?” Logan asked skeptically Jeremy shot him a disdainful look

“This was the only one that seemed relevant”

Kara exaround details Thebehind him They were plain and nondescript, but a spectacular Venetianthe back of his head

“So all this stuff back here—”

“Doesn’t exist anywhere in the hotel,” Jeremy answered before she even finished “Trust me, I’ve looked”

Logan chuckled and leaned back It was more of a scoff

“So that’s it?” he sneered “You’ve been here three weeks, and all you have is a single photo? Of a guy who’sa seance?”

“A ritual,” Jeremy corrected, “not a seance But yes, definitely some kind of ceremony”