Description: Jacob stepped into the center of the chapel. The etched pattern on the neck of the bottle was what bound the Djinn inside. Jacob copied it onto the palm of his hand before he drew his knife. The only thing more dangerous than catching one of these ghosts was letting him out again. But what did he have to lose? The seal on the bottle was that of the judge who'd sentenced the Djinn to an eternity behind brown glass. Jacob used his knife to peel the wax off the top. Then he set the bottle on the flagstones and quickly stepped back. The smoke that rose from the mouth was silvery-gray, like the scales of a fish. The wisps formed fingers, an arm, a shoulder. The fingers felt the cold air and clenched into a fist. From the shoulders grew a barbed neck like a lizard's. Careful, Jacob!

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