A new card was discovered inside of my pencil case. Having at this point discovered some 30-odd cards, I experience no less unease with each subsequent manifestation.
There is no doubt that the cards are becoming better defined. That is to say, symbols have begun to appear, and while there have been variations among design elements, the cards are moving toward some inscrutable end.
It is, perhaps, time to confess that this supernatural dilemma did not begin with a renovation as I had first asserted. Rather, it began with surreptitious entry into an absolute warren of an improvised apartment, constructed within a maze of borrowed spaces between the buildings of the Vieux Carré. The experience still haunts my dreams.
Perhaps in this confession I can exorcise myself of these cards. Perhaps it was, long ago, already too late for contrition.
