[Green Light: Janus/Atticus]
At precisely the hour mark, Atticus lit a candle in the center of Green Light Books in the Capital. The undeniably pretentious bookstore was empty of its usual hipster-college clientel, and the candle was on the lower level, resting on the information desk. Atticus was dressed in black, rune-marks visible at forearms, where his jacket was pushed up to his elbows, and on the side of his neck.
Clean-shaven, Atticus waited, hip propped on a nearby table.