Chapter 31: Ghosts
We don’t even make it near the edges of Freedom before the ghosts descend.
I’d hoped the attacks, or nightmares, or visions, or whatever would stop when I returned to the city. Wasn’t that what they wanted?
So much for that. One moment I’m stumbling along behind Ravel, and the next I’m caught in the void, the faces of the familiar dead and strangers alike making their deafening pleas and accusations before the darkness swallows them one after the next.
But this time, I don’t wait in agony to see who’s joined their ranks.
I made it within the boundary. If it’s a warning they want to issue, it’s misplaced; I’m here now. I’ll do what I can to stop the dying and save the living.
My resolve doesn’t silence the ghosts, though. It takes Victoire to do that.
I pull on the
