We took a right at the fork, heading farther north. The charred houses continued. To the right, a large sign nailed to an old telephone post shouted DANGER in huge red letters. Underneath in crisp black letters was written:

IM-1: Infectious Magic Area

Do Not Enter

Authorized Personnel Only

A second smaller sign under the first one, written on a piece of plastic with permanent marker, read:

Keep out, stupid.

“We aren’t going to keep out, are we?” Ascanio asked.

“No.”

“Awesome.

Autore: Ilona Andrews

We took a right at the fork, heading farther north. The charred houses continued. To the right, a large sign nailed to an old telephone post shouted DANGER in huge red letters. Underneath in crisp black letters was written:<br /><br />IM-1: Infectious Magic Area<br /><br />Do Not Enter<br /><br />Authorized Personnel Only<br /><br />A second smaller sign under the first one, written on a piece of plastic with permanent marker, read:<br /><br />Keep out, stupid.<br /><br />“We aren’t going to keep out, are we?” Ascanio asked.<br /><br />“No.”<br /><br />“Awesome. - Ilona Andrews

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