The bed and breakfast they checked out after lunch had more runes carved into the picket fence surrounding the property. Around the small town, runes were discreetly etched into curbs and carved into trees, set into building near the eaves and front entrances. Once they realized there were more, they saw them everywhere. Always tiny and unobtrusive, but still present. Marlow realized her car needed a lot more work if it could miss a place marked with dormant spells. They had to be dormant, she reasoned, or very old. She felt only a brief shock of weak energy when she touched one on a fence slat.
Everywhere they went, people stared. Hard. As if Marlow and Martin were aliens. Maybe they were. No one smiled or talked when greeted.
They eventually made their way to the square in the center of town where a gazebo stage dominated the park like area. The sun was beginning to set and more people arrived. Marlow hoped things were about to start so they could get on with their demon hunting.
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