Brennan looked at the long dried-out body carefully. A mark on the skin caught her eyes. “What is this marking here? It looks like some kind of star, maybe an occult symbol.”
“It’s called a Solomon’s key.” Brennan turned to see the man who’d spoken, wearing a somewhat rumpled suit. “I’m Agent Dean Winchester. I was sent to help you work this
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