Day 34

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We spent the night casting bullets.

Wulf and Mikkelsen helped me weigh the powder, and as we neared the time to cast the bullets, the firing caps set off to one side and waiting with the patience of their kind, there was a knock at the door.

Wulf drew his knife and opened the door.

Marius stood in the doorway, his face pale and unhealthy. When he spoke, his voice raw and hardly above a whisper, he said, “There’s someone to see you.”

“At the front?” I asked.

Marius shook his head. Through clenched teeth, he stated, “He appeared in the room and asked to be brought to you.”

The words caused my companions to look at me.

“Let them in,” I said and drew my own knife.

A strange approximation of a man entered the room as Marius stepped aside and fled.

The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the air, and the door closed of its own accord. Wulf kept his blade out and backed away, the weapon trembling in his hand.

The creature before us had black holes for eyes and a face that would not move. When he stepped forward, the body shook beneath the fur robes as though the joints didn’t hold quite together.

He reached out with both arms, the hands hidden in the sleeves. In a hoarse, brutal voice, the creature whispered, “Bring knives forward for the bloodletting. Place cast bullets in the copper pail.”

“Why?” I asked.

He turned his face to me once more. “You hunt the wyrm.”

Wulf stepped closer, the cast bullets placed in the copper pail. He held his knife as the stranger set the bowl on a nearby table. The creature beckoned to Mikkelsen, and the man obeyed.

In a moment, all four of us were gathered around the bowl.

“Hands over the bowl, cut your palms,” the stranger ordered, and as a heaviness filled the air, we did so.

Our blood splattered down upon the bullets, and as it did, the stranger spoke in a soft whisper that shook the walls and rattled the foundations.

The stranger looked at me.

“Blood and hate make these strong. Bring rum to hell, Duncan. I’m tired of drinking alone.”

The creature slipped out the door, closing it behind him, the last few words ringing in my ears and telling me who he’d once been.

Pedersen.

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Nicholas Efstathiou

Husband, father, and writer.

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