Source: A Killing in Droid District by Xneon
Cecil and the Little Lord (Excerpt)
Cecil stood forlornly in the dark, mulling over and over to himself the lord’s instructions: “Door opens, faint, Dame comes, run out.” It was as if he hoped the mantra would dispel the growing feeling of disquiet that threatened to distract him from his purpose. But, after a few repetitions, the words failed, the feelings intensified, and frightening visions took over. He saw again the faceless statues, heard again the warning voice, and soon a nightmare even more terrible enveloped him, for then formed—before him in the darkness—an apparition of his very self! There were his legs, his arms, his torso, his ears… But one thing was missing, a lacuna that lent the specter its singular horror, and what was missing was his face. And so a mirror of his body floated before him, but every feature and character of his visage was smoothed into nothingness, and he stared—just as he did when he stared into the statues’ faces—into a void, only this time—he realized in sheer panic—the void was his very soul!
Source: Cecil and the Little Lord – Paul R. Buckle Archive
