Alexander L. MacDougall

Alexander L. MacDougall shared a story from Romain Vallière...

A covenant among the unliving I Before the lines are drawn

Romain had known visions since he was a child, had learned to read them, they were like a language of their own for him, one only he could understand and decipher, but this one... it appeared again and again, fixed to a certain hour, always when the moon was unusually clear over the marshes, silvery and overly bright in its light, not hidden behind steaming fog. And that was exactly when it hit him, again and again. It usually began inconspicuously, a barely noticeable tug at the back of his head, like the pressure of a strange hand opening a door just a crack. Romain knew this feeling, but what appeared to him did not match the usual cries of the dead, not the silenced lamentations that usually demanded redemption through him. He saw a man, always the same, always in the same place, always in the same state. A narrow table, barely more than a dark outline somewhere in the void, and the man sat there as if he had not found a better place in ages. His body seemed more solid than any ghost, but not tangible enough to be alive. No one else seemed to notice him. No shadow was visible, no loa roamed curiously through his image. 

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