Prologue
Night trickled upon the
whispering shadows like dew to a leaf. If you had happened to be standing in a
dark, musty square right upon the time of the crescent moon, you would have
seen the three outlines of hazy shapes making plans in the darkness.
You
would have seen the king, with a ghastly crown upon his head made of rotting
bones, grin. The king only saved his grins for special occasions. Dark
special occasions.
You
would have seen the flashing blade, and known of the splattering blood the
phantoms planned of. It was quite a dark plan indeed, so dark you’d have
nightmares for years to come.
Of
course, all the animals were in bed that night, peacefully dreaming in the
kingdom of sleep. Including you. You wouldn’t have known of all that. You’d
simply know of dreams, and sleep, dreams and sleep as you curl in a cozy den.
None
of that would concern you. Yet, if you had been out that dark night of a
crescent moon on that square, you would have known of the phantom’s plans,
which concern every, single, one of you.
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