Inktober 2019: Swing

Posted by on Oct 10, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#9. Swing

The woodsman’s face is pale. “This place is guarded by ghosts, my lord.”

“Do it,” comes the command.

The iron axe swings, biting deeply into a slender trunk.

An inhuman scream echoes across the clearing. Sap like blood oozes from the wound.

“Ghosts don’t scream,” fitzWilliam says calmly. “Strike again.”




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