1939. “Murderer…” The hollow, ethereal voice did not rouse Robert at first. He merely shifted in his bedsheets. “Murderer…” The second time drew him toward waking, but his eyes were slow to open. “Murderer…” When at last he was awake enough to realize that the voice was no dream, Robert’s eyes shot open to see, … Continue reading 16: You Cannot Kill Me Again
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14: A Ghost, Freshly risen
1939. Too hot. Far too hot. Will was smothered, damp, and could not move. Something heavy enshrouded him. He pushed against his bonds, twisted, and let out a groan A dull, hollow ringing filled his ear, a tone that would one day fade from his attention but never fully leave his hearing. It accompanied a … Continue reading 14: A Ghost, Freshly risen
