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My familiar is having a breakdown over a medieval grimoire. And for a cat who normally criticizes my croissant technique, that's saying something.
When kitchen witch Sage Thorne spots a dusty grimoire at an estate sale, her sarcastic Maine Coon, Basil, completely loses it. He's desperate to buy it. Almost... emotional? For Basil, that's basically a five-alarm fire. Five days later, the estate manager is dead, the grimoire is stolen, and Basil finally confesses why that book matters so much. Turns out, my judgmental familiar has been keeping a four-hundred-year-old secret—one that's apparently worth killing for. |