38″"By shadowed veil and whispered call, I conjure spirits, heed my thrall. Through realms of darkness, I command, To shape the fates at my hand.
With potion brewed and incantation sung, From depths of night, let power be wrung. From earth and bone, from blood and breath, I bind thee now, to serve 'til death.
By moon's pale light and star's dark gaze, Let curses fall and enemies craze. In shadows deep, my will be done, As Scribe commands, so mote it be done."
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