Chapter 14
Alistair came to show us what he'd stumbled onto. A tin box, like the kind that would hold small candies or mints, but of larger dimensions.
After peeling off the thick tape from the top part, he opened it. At the very top sat a small rectangle of thick parchment with Ettore Vianetti’s name printed in uppercase on it and the words Magia novem nos liberabit in a black calligraphy font just below it. Underneath the text was what seemed like an old-fashioned red wax stamp resembling a nonagon with a pyramid inside, then an eight-pointed cross with a flame at the base within that shape. An illegible signature was scrawled under the design.
I picked it up, using extreme care. “Looks like some weird sort of membership card. Have you ever seen this wax symbol?”
Crowley shook his he
