Sigils from All Hallows' by OGRE and Dallas Campbell

She’d turned the letter in to the police as soon as she’d realised--she’d already opened it, after all; the damage was done. Whoever opened it, that was the rule. That was the pattern.

Images of the victims flashed through her mind. What she’d read about in the newspapers, grainy photos of blood-soaked clothes. Their cut throats and bruised faces, the strange sigils on their bodies. Their injuries had been post-mortem, according to experts who wondered whether this was a purposeful desecration or a twisted understanding of mercy. She just knew she felt their pain.

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