Searching through the ruins, you find a rotting hole in the slanted ceiling, leading to a closed-off attic. Amidst the debris are crushed and splintered bones, some human and some... not. More of Keziah's awful tomes are scattered about, filled with pages of dark rituals and black spellcraft. On the floor, a circle has been carved - or perhaps gnawed - into the wood. At the center lies a spatter of dried blood and a jagged knife. What terrible rituals were performed in this profane space? Perhaps there is a way you can know for sure. You take the knife and prick your hand deep enough for blood to well in your palm. Using Keziah's formulae, you draw a pattern in the circle, and carve a path through time...