The Banshee’s Curse
Tanya was just checking the second coffin on her side when she heard Ezra’s suppressed groan. As she turned around, her face turned pale and her eyes widened in horror.

Ezra’s lean figure was shrouded by a gray mist and a tarry black pool had formed under his feet, swallowing his shadow within its abyssal maw.

“Lord Ezra!”

She rushed to Ezra’s side to assist him, but Ezra put his hand out to stop her.

“Don’t come near me!” he cried out. “I…have been cursed. It’s dangerous to get close.”

As Ezra slowly turned around Tanya saw that his face was covered in open sores and there were blisters all over his neck.

“How did this happen? What did you touch?” Tanya asked, her voice shaky and feeble.

“I just lifted the lid off this coffin and looked inside,” Ezra replied, straining his throat. “I am sorry. I should have been more careful.”

Tanya pointed her open right palm at Ezra and whispered, “Goddess, grant me your sight and allow me to see what ails your child. Selesa Alor Vamor.”

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