Lifting the Veils

Chapter 20: Lifting the Veils

I sat in the dim light of my study, the pages of my journal scattered across the desk like fallen leaves. The second regression had ended hours ago, but the echoes of that other life still resonated in my bones. I had seen her—Marie Leveau—not as a distant historical figure, but as a mentor, a guide, a presence that had walked beside me through lifetimes. And Crowley? He had been there too, a shadow on the edge of the ritual circle, his eyes burning with that same relentless hunger for knowledge that had driven him in life.

But what did it all mean?