en thouliet oum iveenswenewinery stooht hemracnmedelyossThe first message arrived at 3:17 in the morning. It wasn't addressed to Evelyn. It wasn't addressed to Hale. It wasn't even addressed to Haven Ring. It was addressed to Luma. And that was what frightened Gray. He sat alone in the communications bay, staring at the thin waveform crawling across his monitor. Three pulses. Pause. Five pulses. Pause. Three again. Then silence. Gray leaned closer. "Run it again." The recording replayed. ...