“Marc, this all got weird really fast. Didn’t it?”
“Wil, it’s been weird. Are you just beginning to notice?”
“Yeah, well it’s weirder than I realized.” He told Marc about Miss Fulton’s call.
Marc exhaled slowly. “We’re twisting in the wind, old man.”
Wil hesitated a millisecond. “Not quite yet, my friend. I’ll see you at dinner. Tell the lady to wear something black. Loup Garou out.”
Taking the little foam box out of his pocket, he opened it up carefully, examining the artifact. “It’s gotten even weirder. I just don’t know how much.”
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