You carried charms as red as blood, as green as moss, and as blue as the sky; each one warded to you your mind, soul, and flesh protected from the essence of other realms, as you were among the few called upon to investigate suspected new tears in the fabric of existence. Often you found nothing - a house's unnatural chill due to groundwater pooling under the foundation, or on one alarmingly memorable occasion discovering the victims of a serial killer by examining the alarming vitality of a small meadow where they had been buried carelessly. The times when you found a tear, however, you would pass through it to determine if it was something new or old, stable or transient, accidental or deliberate - and if the last, to find out who, and why, and arrange negotiations between the two sides.
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