"When the locals made mention of spirits, I thought them mere superstitions. They spoke of assassins from centuries past with blades that could strip the living and the ethereal from this world. My first encounter enchanted me. It was both present and evanescent, and floated through the air with great speed. It seemed to appear in two places at once, its clothing whirling about as if suspended in deep water. The air was heavy with its unbound rage. The locals claim that their curse is to roam this world until they find peace - but I am not the man for the job; fearing for my life, I ran."
Original Illustration byShant Ergenian
Printed on 300 gsm, smooth finish, blue core, card stock.
