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Edward stepped from the claw boat into Dunster Castle& #39;s cavernous underbelly, fire burning in his empty sockets. Maggots writhed beneath his peeling skin from bones in the pale light of Percival& #39;s ghostly greeting. Is she here? Said Edward. The ghost nodded #nine times
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How long? Said Edward, his eyes flickering with sadness. Hundreds of pages, said Percival. Edward& #39;s rotting fingers felt the sharp edges of letters carved into the tomb: & #39;Lady Dunster& #39;. Help me open it? He pleaded. I wish I had the skill, but I am but a phantom
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They found Thomas in the Great Hall, sitting alone upon the old throne chair. A king without a crown. Edward& #39;s rotting figure stood before him a while before he registered. He tumbled off his seat at the sight. What ho, he cried. What evil has thou become? A #quisling?
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You& #39;ve been too long in the dark, said Edward, tugging on the drapes, sending a stripe of searing heat across the floor
Thomas pulled them shut. Thou sun doth shine brighteth, #transferrith more heat than thou hearteth can take
How so? Said Ed
Dragons burneth thy Sun
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Thomas pulled them shut. Thou sun doth shine brighteth, #transferrith more heat than thou hearteth can take
How so? Said Ed
Dragons burneth thy Sun
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Thomas! Bright, powerful, beautiful Thomas! Why so dark, so full of #ennui? Grinned Edward& #39;s peeling skull
If thou couldst but seeth they owneth faceth, thou wouldst know. Dunster rotteth in her tomb beneath these stone walls, and you! Foul undead! How cometh to this?
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If thou couldst but seeth they owneth faceth, thou wouldst know. Dunster rotteth in her tomb beneath these stone walls, and you! Foul undead! How cometh to this?
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For my part, says Edward, sitting in ghoulish repose on the now empty Dunster throne, I was murdered. His empty sockets burned with fire. By a boy. No #church burial. My vacant lifeless body was flung into a hedge, where it hung, rotting for hundreds of pages of story...
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How cometh thou here, #skint of life, whispered Thomas in the gloom
I was quite dead, said Edward. Half my innards eaten. Hawthorn grown around and through me. Spider webs weaved over me. Then a crow came and made her nest between my ribs, in my chest. She gave me life
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I was quite dead, said Edward. Half my innards eaten. Hawthorn grown around and through me. Spider webs weaved over me. Then a crow came and made her nest between my ribs, in my chest. She gave me life
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Edward opened his tatty jacket, a bosom of hawthorn flower buzzed with #bees, and in between the boughs of his ribs, in the dark heart beneath, Thomas spied a crow on a rough nest. By gad! He cried. I do not know how long I have! Until her eggs hatch maybe, said Edward
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Percival, #silver as a moon, guides them down to the crypt, where the clawboat bobs against the side and Lady Dunster in her tomb resides. I need your help, said Edward, to open her grave. Open it? Are thou madst? Cried Thomas. I believe I can resurrect her, said Edward
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Percival is too phantom to be of use, but you are strong as an ox, said Edward. Come! Thomas added his might to Edward& #39;s, pushed & heaved against the stone slab. With a judder and a cloud of dust, it slid off, thumped to the ground. Most terrifyingly #queer, said Thomas
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