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[Chad Ryley]

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Chad scrawled the words as quickly and neatly as he could with trembling hands. No sense in sending a letter at all, if it wasn't legible. He finished and read though the letter again before he sent it.

Cezanne,

Something’s horribly wrong. Adrian Bishop’s gone off missing, and someone terrible has Soren staying with her in Britain. I’ve seen what this woman can do. I don’t stand a chance against her. We have to find Adrian. Please come to the camp. I know you’re weary, I’ve seen the light fading from your eyes. But Adrian needs your help. Soren needs your help. I cannot leave the camp, but will be awaiting your response eagerly.

Till very soon, Cousin.

Love,
Chad

He attached the letter to Adrian’s ring-tail hawk and sent it winging its way toward the Bramble Rose Theatre. Then he turned and opened his last bottle of Scotch. Unceremoniously, he poured it out on the ground and tossed the bottle in the fire.

[Cezanne Abella]

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Cezanne read through the letter twice, her mind racing. She lay the letter on the tarot table and took the stairs two and three at a time up to her bedchamber. Hastily, she threw together a soft leather pack with clothes, reagents, tarot cards, and a scrying bowl. She fastened her dark cloak at her throat, her auburn curls afly as they spilled from beneath the hood. Silently, she flew down the stairs again and out into the waiting shadows of the Umbran night.