He left the States office with several people staring bemusedly after him, but they printed the interview in its entirety.
After that, he lived his life much as he had been doing before the wraith’s first visit. Armistice Day brought throngs of joyous revelers into the streets, as well as a blessed wave of cool weather; it had stayed sweltering through October. The war was over, and surely the wraith would never come back and make him do those things again.
He could not forget the organic vibration that ran up his arms as blade buried itself in bone.
In fact, he dreamed about it almost every night.
Francis Ferdinand returned in the spring of 1919.
He did not muck about with appearances this time, but simply materialized inside D’Antonio’s head. D’Antonio collapsed, clawing at his temp
