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Cosimos led us along the lake shore and around the piles of boulders behind which he had appeared to me earlier. A jumble of small rocks lay against one of the large stones. He stooped and scooped them into one cradled arm before he stood and walked over to the shoreline.
“I must admit I was unsure if this would work, hearing of this technique only in ancient texts handed down by my family,” he admitted as he knelt a foot from the hide-tide line. He began placing the stones in a circle with a cross in the middle.
“A summoning spell?” Asher guessed as we joined him at the water’s edge.
“Very similar, but rather than summon a demon it detects a god, or in this case, a goddess,” Cosimos explained as he finished the symbol.
I furrowed my brow. “That looks a lot like the sign of Ama
