The Shawnee ghost stands in the center of the small room, a facade of patience on his face, but it is obvious that he is anything but. As soon as the door closes behind her, Giuliana asks the ghost, "What was promised to you that was not done?" "Peace. Rest. Instead, I have no playthings, and no rest, and no peace." Giuliana resists a grimace, knowing that he refers to the ghosts of the others he had killed, the ones he'd been torturing until they managed to break free last month after someone... read more
