The Cycle of the Bound
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the wind always sounded like a funeral dirge. Samuel had lived there for forty years, and for twenty of those, he had been fighting the Guest. The Guest was a spirit of grey mist and hollow eyes that refused to leave Samuel’s farmhouse. It didn't scream or break things; it simply existed. It stood in the doorway when Samuel tried to leave; it sat at the...
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