Moldering estates and plantations guard secrets within their halls, while townsfolk speak gently and politely of the War and the ghosts of their collective past. What they fail to recognize among the proud burial grounds and southern civility, is that their ghosts are still among them.....watching, waiting, ready to RISE. Who is the "Dark Gentleman?"
You have one foot in the grave, bless your heart. You see the world for what it really is, and the dead are everywhere. They call to you, or flee from you or resent you. They cannot ignore your power...your bond to the other. You are a Sineater. If you'll excuse us, kindly, we must go about setting things a'right.