Marquanthis sighs. "None living that I know of."

His fingers trace a sentence and he tries to sound out the words listed there. He shakes his head.

"I can tell one other thing based on what I'm reading here." He looks up at the women as he reaches over and lifts the teabag, dipping it and removing it over and over while he speaks. "This ritual was written for a specific purpose. A one time use, if you will." He looks down at the pages. "I can't tell you what it did but I can tell you that we won't be repeating this ritual."

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