A wind kicked up, whipping around them and carrying the wail of a thousand souls.
Peter scanned the horizon for its source until he spotted the dark roiling mass heading toward them.
“And here they come now,” Bernard said. “I’d start running if I were you.”
Peter spun and fled, running across the field as fast as his legs would carry him.
The roiling mass gained on him. The shrieks and screams of all the souls he’d trapped spurred his flight.
The mass overtook him and he felt hands grabbing at him. He cried for them to stop, begged them to release him.
The once-trapped souls lifted him from the ground, tossed him about, ripping and tearing his flesh from the bone, and Peter knew his screams would continue as they tormented him.
Forever.
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