Friday, August 22
The Seventh Sin: Prologue
Ilmarė was on her way to the Marquis Moon, a new agreed-upon meeting point that Kham picked, when she felt a strange tingling sensation from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.
Her body was completely frozen. Only then did a man limp out of the alleys of Freeport.
He was of medium height and build, with hair missing in clumps on his head. He had sunken brown eyes and wore a brown cloak with a small silver clasp in the form of an owl.
Ilmarė recognized him. It was the Commandant from Ymandragore.
“Well,” he rasped, “it seems I’ve finally caught up with you.” The Commandant was overcome by wracking coughs. “My name is Vladimir val’Sheem. I want you to know that it was I who ruined you, just as you ruined my country.” [MORE]
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