Black ink triple moon with a pentagram and swirling ornamental filler on the upper chest near the collarbone.

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Triple moon and pentagram on the upper chest

Geometric · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A triple moon symbol sits on the upper chest, with a pentagram inside the central circle. Each crescent and the central disc are filled with fine swirling ornamental linework in black ink. The skin tone is light and the tattoo is centred against a dark green top and a dark background.

Geometric Chest Pentagram Star Circle Crescent Swirl Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Marguerite Hale had been cataloguing the Ashworth bequest for three nights before she noticed the plates were not all the same. Outside her office in Bristol the city had gone quiet by eleven, with only a taxi idling on the corner and the far-off clank of a shunting engine down by the docks. The bequest was a set of twelve pewter dishes, each stamped with a triple moon, the crescents rising and falling either side of a circle, and inside every circle a pentagram standing on its point.

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Eleven of the dishes had swirls filling the crescents, fine as hair and cut so cleanly they caught the lamp. The twelfth had none. Its horns were bare metal, and when she tilted it towards the light, the grooves in the others seemed to resolve into lines of cramped, backward script, the way a silversmith might write a debt he did not want read. She copied what she could onto a yellow pad. A street, a date, one name repeated until the pencil had worn a shine into the paper. Hallam Row, 4 March. Hallam Row, 4 March.

She rang the records office at half past eleven and got a duty archivist who sounded delighted to be woken. Hallam Row had been a terrace of backyards behind the old tannery, pulled down in 1961 and now a car park for hospital staff. The Ashworths had owned the tannery. The archivist said the family had a habit of marking things they meant to finish later.

Marguerite set the twelfth dish on a folded cloth, took out the finest brush from her drawer, and dipped it in the black ink she used for labels. The first curl went on at the left horn, slow and certain. Across the river a light came on in a window that had been dark for as long as anyone could remember.