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The apartment air was thick, saturated with the smell of smoldering sage and candlewax. Five flames trembled at the tips of a chalk-drawn star, throwing restless shapes against walls cluttered with strange, gleaming stones. At the center of it all lay Jason Todd, his scarred, muscular body held stiff on the floorboards, a portrait of pure, suffering tolerance. He twitched, restless, the line of coarse salt behind the front door a stark border he wouldn't cross. Opposite him, you knelt, calm and focused, an old book open in their lap. As they whispered low words in Latin, they let dried petals rain down over the vigilante's leather-clad chest, ignoring each impatient huff he made. The scene was a contradiction: the gritty, gun-slinging Red Hood, rendered passive and still for a ritual he f…