Post by thearchivist on Nov 19, 2018 14:31:24 GMT -8
As dusk neared and then settled it seemed that Father Doe wasn't going to wake any time soon. After checking in on him one final time, Claud made his way through the gloam to his dwelling. The amulet and the paper sat ominously on his table, still wrapped in his kerchief. He'd have to make an effort to take it to Koby in the morning. The sooner he could, the sooner it could help him, and the sooner the creepy items would leave his possession. As he waited for sleep that night he tried not to think of the things he'd seen that day, and soon drifted into an uneasy sleep where magenta-eyed shadows flitted about at the edges of his vision.