Protective charm

Her right hand brushed the nape of her neck. Moments before he’d set
out, D had put what he said was a charm on the fang marks there. The
charm was disappointingly simple, consisting merely of a light press of the
palm of his left hand to the wound; he hadn’t even explained what effect it
was supposed to have, but it was all Doris had to rely on now.

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