The Contract That Shouldn't Exist (But Bleeds Anyway)

Page Five of the grimoire of Hermeitis of the Nine Circles.

While retrieving an old coat (cursed, obviously), Hermeitis discovers a magical contract written in living ink and signed in his own blood. The catch? It's dated for tomorrow-and he has no memory of signing it.

To resolve the matter, he turns to his oldest and most unsettling ally: Fenwick Merryweather, a cheerful mage with a fondness for bone dust, screaming ink, and rituals that probably shouldn't be legal.

What follows is a mildly catastrophic attempt to nullify the contract involving ghostwater, eldritch fire, and possibly a sentient pigeon.

The contract may be gone. The consequences? Less certain.