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From the very millisecond Catherine's fingers graced the innocuous paper wrapping of the package the world would begin to shudder, and thrum - the extra-dimensional magics of the book inside setting to work. A palpable wave of arcane energy transference began from Ethelka, to Catherine as the parcel changed hands. The latter's eyes growing dull and clouded, her jaw slackening. It lasted only a second, the Cultist's hand retreating instinctively once the complete.

She cast a stupified last glance at her clipboard again, then began to turn. "Thank you m'am," was all she muttered.

Whether aware of it or not Catherine now held a mighty relic of The Great Deceiver Himself: The Tome of Fate. Disguised as nothing more than a simple, black leather grimorie with dirtied and frayed yellow pages, It bore no title, no author, but most importantly it set it's reader free - literally. For as long as a creature possess the Tome, the threads of their destiny are unwoven from the great tapestry of all things and placed squarely in their own hands.