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A single, perfect, glowing handprint on a cast-iron pillar. The Mark.

She mouthed a word: Help.

He was gasping. His hand was pressed against the pillar. When he pulled it away, his own palm was smoking, seared with the negative image of the handprint. The Mark had been looking for someone to complete its circuit. He was the final, tragic signature. Searching for- paranormal activity marked ones in-

Elias looked at his new, permanent scar. He wasn't an archivist anymore. He was a Marked One now. And he realized the true horror of his assignment: the Ordo Veritatis didn't want him to find the Marks. A single, perfect, glowing handprint on a cast-iron pillar

She fell. The Mark on the pillar blazed so bright it turned her blood to steam. his own palm was smoking