[2] There's a Locket in my Pocket!

R&F's Cupboard of Perfectly Legal Things saw so many bizarre and magical items come and go over the past few hundred years, how could Frances not be able to analyze what was something of interest and what was not? One brown eyeball, magnified by three different layers of glass, examined the details carved into the brass with a focused intimacy. Like the locket was a piece of text, with mystery written all over it.

Under the table's bright golden light, Atticus found he could see the details of the locket much more clearly. Even without Frances' magnifying glass, it was easy to see that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry. The Latin words around the rim were harmless and inconspicuous. They were only there to praise God (hallelujah). But carved on the front was an artistically decorated version of something typically kept in its simplest form. An angelic sigil. Not something designed just for show.