http://organelle.org/pbooks/mysteryway.pdf

Turned

Their aces turned to butterflies. Tables spun in time and the cards that had been varied now were Jokers. Look for me in the plastic wrapper. The discarded packaging that guaranteed an untampered deck. Look for me in the cryptic pattern, discernible to the cognoscenti, that emerges as the cards are examined in a way that skips a changing interval between what one expects and the card that actually follows. The little red band is broken now. We came for the dust on the wings of the black queen. For the red Jack’s emblem and its hideous implications. The familiar has made hostage of the impossible.

Look for me.

— From: Mystery Way