DeFam (001-002)

One ghost, dragging chains behind it, is in front of you, no more than a couple of meters. Translucently carved into this ghost’s forehead– or what is left of it, at any rate– is the words “Avenge, O”. Behind the ghost is a group of several more ghosts, huddled around an open fire but glaring uneasily at you; the words “Lord, thy slaughter’d saints, whose bones” leap off of the first ghost’s incorporeal body, down its chain, and wrap around this secondary group like a boa constrictor. “Lie scattered” mewls over the open fire, apparently¬†oblivious to fire’s resistance to being carved, yet subject to imprinting nonetheless. “on the Alpine mountains cold,” meanwhile, coils off the fire and ends at a pile of destroyed computer terminals.

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