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Istharé was in her quarters in Ankanas when the candle that meant she had voice mail lit itself. She'd wired her cell phone to complete a circuit that kindled a piece of the same candle in the mortal realm whenever someone left her a message. This was a rare occurrence, however, as only the members of her Coven had her number, for emergencies that required the attention of the young High Mistress. She had almost no friends, maybe none to be brutally honest, and Ooneil refused even to touch a cell phone. Once in the comfort of her apartment, Istharé played back the recorded audio. It was from Mistress Supreme Ynarra Sylvana-Tílyach, Brin's mother, of all people! How...? And, moreover, why...? Well, there was one quick way to find out; the Dark Sister didn't hesitate to return the older woman's call. "Hello," Istharé said tentatively. "You wanted to talk to me, I believe."