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Prelude to a Nightmare ( A Call From Amun)

PHONE> You answer your phone.

Into her phone, Ivanya says, "Hello?"

From your phone, Amun is quiet for a beat of a heart. "Ivanya," he says in Russian.

Into her phone, Ivanya smiles, and it comes through in her voice. "Amun, what do I owe the pleasure to?," she purrs in Russian.

From your phone, Amun says, "Your Master has turned his colors to thuggery at last. Be ware of him. He has seen to attack me, he and his thugs.""

Into her phone, Ivanya pauses, for a moment. "What happened, my dear one?"

From your phone, Amun says, "A group attacked me in the Wyld Hunt, Ivanya. Your Master showed up at the end; I felt the force of his will upon me. I live, barely. Emma will tell you the story. I must go, my love."

Into her phone, Ivanya's voice holds anger in it, at the bit of the story she gets. "I am sure she knows where to find me, then? Be careful, my love, until you are healed again."

From your phone, Amun says, "Be careful."

PHONE> Amun hangs up his phone.

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