Those who hunt.

Bright Lights, Dead City.

For two weeks the the dead have rose and stalked the living…at least until now. Each night I watch them shamble around, mostly mindless some not. A menagerie of the Soul Taker's servants shambling to some sort of unfathomable goal. It took them longer for the Blackbloods to arrive but given the king's current ban not totally surprising, that one that entered the safe house smelled rather new. I when I get the chance I shall ask them if they know of the fate of my wayward husband……


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