The Hand of Glory Cycle - Lost Letters - Bonus Horror Fiction
The Hand of Glory Cycle by PC Bilbee.prologuemurder's lost meaning; i've realized my potential... in this form.my evolution awaits. it is but my death away.fit, the first: vellumi scrive my soul's deed, both with word and with action; this fresh vellum fills both roles.it holds fast the pact, and seals it with unborn life... i still hear the mother's pleas.fit, the second: candlesi can now reap my harvest; months of gluttony paid full. the tallow vat before me and the scalpel in my hand... after rendering and wicks my tapers will be ready.fit, the third: promisei asked no promise, but i made one of my own. no threat, a promise.secured: my disposition. may my Patron's will be done.fit, the fourth: anticipationi have set my path; signed, with blood, the pact; bound with promises, bound men by contract. and now i shall step into hell's cataract.my grin spreads, glee spills from my eyes; glee ablaze.fit, the fifth: dominoher head in my hands, i walked up to the bobby; the man nearly swooned."i must confess," i told him, "i am unfit for this world."fit, the sixth: escapethe noose bites, breaking, clean, my neck- then darkness.fit, the seventhmy eyes fly open. then i have been disinterred… and all contracts have been met.i am become death; these binding spells unbind me from this world i now predate.epiloguemy hand of glory: holding sticks of rendered self, casting empty light
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