The next day, I have another meeting with the Spell Squad--a team of mystically oriented heroes. They didn't exist in the world I remember, but I keep hoping they can help me nonetheless.
When I land in front of their warped downtown mansion, the door opens without a knock. The Horoscopian walks out, followed by the Diviner and Seventh Son, who closes the door behind him.
"Greetings, Pinnacle." The Horoscopian stands tall, all seven feet of him, in his zodiac cloak. "I regret to say, we have not yet found the answers you seek."
"Still nothing?" My despair is familiar. This is my sixth visit to the Spell Squad with identical results.
"We've looked behind every curtain." The Diviner stares into space with her three blind eyes. Her sing-song voice is haunting. "Peered into every
