Charity is becoming more difficult to control.  I wonder if my humanity from the 1960’s is somehow poisoning my power, now.

Happier news, if you may call it that…

I went on a casual expedition through Quentin’s room and discovered a newly-translated Egyptian Book of the Dead.  Trying my hand at a dog-eared ceremony, I not only conjured Laura Collins, but had her spirit admit her desire for the children’s souls (to Charity’s dismay).

I will be the first to disavow faith in the powers in which I’m dabbling.  There must be some kind of scientific force that binds them.  But what?  If I could master that, my work here would be far easier.



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