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She sent me three messages, lycanthropic signalations. Phantasmic flashes of electricity in disorienting and inappropriate places. And silent, so that I knew something had been conjured; fabricated. One in the blanched sterility of the sick room, another in the night-damp black grass. Strange muted flashes. The last one jagged and fiery behind the sign of the serpent, tongue forked and scarlet; spitting. I am claimed.