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Wrapped in an invisibility that not only obscured his body, but his very nature, Loc returned to New Orleans. He took up a position on the roof of one of the sarcophagi in the cemetery across the street from Nicholas Toulouse’s house, then crouched there, eyes narrowed as he reached out with his senses.
It was as though he hit a wall of brick as solid as that which encircled the property opposite him. He let out a low growl of annoyance, then once more sent his otherworldly senses questing toward the dark warlock’s house. This second attempt was just as fruitless as the first, however, and he frowned, wondering what fresh deviltry this was.
A new spell, a very powerful one. It seemed obvious enough that Toulouse wanted to make sure no one would be able to detect who or what was insid
