Path of Shadows (Deathwalker Prequel)
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A shadow in the center of the room blocked the dim orange light that shone through the glass door on the opposite side of the empty living area. It creaked. Swayed back and forth in a nonexistent breeze.
I held my short sword, a wakizashi, in one hand and a Paper Seal in the other.
While I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my time, nothing prepares me for my first run in with a new ghost.
Especially one like this.
One I didn't expect.
The ghost's feet hung at least a foot above the laminate floor. The body was solid and clothed in a dirty off-white gown with great streaks of darkness on it. Possibly blood. The shoulders disappeared into the shadows of the ceiling, and the thing that should've been the head twisted at an unnatural angle.
Ice crusted on the walls, and my breath came out as a puff of mist.
But that wasn't the worst part.
It was a tossup between the hands with impossibly long and sharp nails, which twitched at the shadow's side, or the way the head moved closer to my face. The neck elongated like a snake looking for its dinner.
And that dinner was me.
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