what lingers, what hides

what the devils keep inside

{re-written, originally for class. inspired by the rabid, ramblings of a lorekeeper. no further context is necessary, I think.}


This is what remains of your brother’s journal. We found it not to two days into our journey to these ruins the old man described. It was simply lying there on the side of the road. If it were not for the hounds, it would be lost forever, I’m sure.

As for the ruins, we could not find it. All we came across at the location was a large, bare tree. Burned, I imagine. Nothing else. No bodies, no evidence of camping or footsteps.


My condolences, my dear. It seems your suspicions were right after all.

I expect the payment we agreed upon will be delivered upon reply to this letter.


The End

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