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since lost his color. One of his ears had burst open and the stuffing was bulging out.
    Sweet little Flunky!
    Peter looked at his parents. »You have always told me that the rabbit was the only thing I had on me after the accident.«
    »That’s what the sisters in the orphanage had told us,« his father confirmed.
    Peter looked at the small rabbit that had been his best friend for so many years, his guardian in the darkness of the night, his totem figure, his last connection to his biological parents, his one and only and everything. He twisted and turned the little toy animal in his hands until he detected the thin seam. Peter took a deep breath.
    You have always known it, all these years.
    »Forgive me, Flunky.«
    Filled with determination, he placed the little rabbit on the table, took his pocketknife, and cut into the old fabric on the back of the toy.
    His mother cried out in horror. »What are you doing, Peter?«
    But nothing could deter him. With the careful precision of a surgeon, Peter ran his fingers through the stuffing.
    And then he found it: a small and closed plastic tube, barely larger than a four-year-old’s pinky. Something was inside the tube. Peter removed the cap and pulled out a very thin piece of paper, no bigger than a handkerchief, which had been folded and rolled up. The sheet was filled with tiny and extremely neat handwriting. A letter, over thirty years old. A letter from his mother.
    Dear Peter,
    When you find this letter, I will be long dead. I pray that you were able to forget; that you had a wonderful childhood and turned into a man who has a fulfilling career, a wife, and perhaps children. I pray that you are happy. That you will never find this letter. But if you find it, you are in the greatest danger.
    I don’t have much time left. Your father and I have to flee but I fear that it is already too late. This is why I cannot explain it all to you. I can only send you this warning through the decades.
    Flee, Peter! Immediately! Save your life, cover all your tracks, and save yourself and those you love! Beware of a man who calls himself Seth or Aleister Crowley. He wants to kill you. Beware of Room 306. Beware of the Temple of Equinox. Beware of the symbol of the light – you know which one I mean. Beware of Edward Kelly. But first and foremost, beware of your brother Nikolas. Yes, Peter, you have a brother; he is your twin. But he has long been under the influence of Seth. Seth needed one of you; for what exactly, we don’t know. We just hope that we will at least be able to save you.
    They are calling themselves the light-bearers. Your father and I also belonged to them. Seth wants to fulfill Malachy’s Prophecy and carry on the legacy of Madame Blavatsky. Your father and I prevented him from getting his hands on a terrible alchemical formula. But we don’t know how long it will hold him up. For as long as the seals are safe, there is hope. Save your life, Peter. Don’t trust anybody because the light-bearers are everywhere. If you need help, get in touch with Franz Laurenz; he is a pastor in Duisburg and he knows everything.
    With all my love,
    your mother
    When he finished reading the letter, he glanced up at his parents, who looked on anxiously, expecting the worst. He handed them the letter.
    Time for explanations. Elke and Lutz Adam listened quietly to what their son had to say and they didn’t interrupt him once, which was contrary to their usual style, as he began to tell them what he had experienced and seen during the last weeks. Only the pain that washed over their faces revealed to Peter what he was doing to them. It was already getting dark outside when he ended.
    »What do you plan to do?« his father asked him in a low voice.
    »I don’t know. Do I have a choice anymore?«
    Lutz Adam exchanged a look with his wife.
    »We love you, Peter. We cannot bear the idea of something happening to you. But you never paid much attention to our worries, even when you were still a