Jamie came up the stairs of the church, carrying her backpack. It was nearly midnight. The nightlife of Karlsburg still ran strong across the street, but the church was dark. Agyo appeared on the steps, his vajra club aimed at Jamie's face. "Hold it right there, kid. You're hot."

She sighed. "Don't tell me you're hitting on me too."

"What?" The spirit frowned in confusion as his brain worked to catch up. "Oh. No. No! I just, well… you've got some sort of magic thing in your backpack that's hoodooing you."

"Crap!" Jamie growled as she pulled off her bag and began digging through it. Hidden at the bottom was an apple with Greek letters carved into it. How long had it been there? She hadn't kept the one fro...

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