On Apparitions

The village of Borlowen is a new settlement in the foothills to the east. It was founded by Alfrich, a knight of the Highlord, and his wife Borlowen when they built an inn to serve travellers to the port town of Mormarth. In the forty years since, the village has become a lively crossroads. Painted on the reverse side of the wooden door in bold paint is this stanza:

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"When the trumpet hums its tired note,

And the windows stain dark with night,

Weary folk go home but don’t look back,

Apparitions call calls of copycat”

In my younger years before the curse this would have just been a fanciful superstition, but now it is more of a true and fair warning.

From The New Periphery, chapter iv in “The Endless Pilgrimage” by Saint Tomevel Rayleigh the Suitable