Elements
“The spell is cast. Gods I hope this works.”
Ravenwing
I fell asleep at my keyboard and woke the following morning with a terrible pain in my neck. I funneled down enough pain killers to drop an elephant. I had less than twenty-four hours until the car picked me up, and I needed to get ready.
I scurried down to a pawn shop where the owner specialized in discreet audio recording devices. It had been ten years since I needed his services, but he remembered me and hooked me up with the best that current technology had to offer. The first wire of his I ever wore had a combined battery pack and tape housing the size of a pack of cigarettes. At the time, I thought it was something straight out of a cyberpunk novel. That morning, he gave me a tie clip that recorded clear audio up to
