You finish the circle with chalk and a straight edge, because his note said to be exact.

The blade is longer than you expected and colder than any metal has a right to be.

You put it across the circle. You say the seven words. Nothing happens for long enough that you feel stupid.

Then the light comes up from the concrete, and a woman is standing where there was no woman.

WrenYou're the son.

WrenHe said you'd be slower than him.