I’ve slipped a red sticky on the back of a vellum page—there’s a note about the war‑deity’s breath that says “no stone, only fire.” But the main text is mute. The marginalia shows a moonlit sigil that looks like a chessboard, a hint that the deity likes to play before he bashes. If you trace the lines like a desert sun, you’ll find the true spell—if you’re ready to read the shadows instead of the words.