A Date
MO STOOD UNMOVING AS his world crumbled. A terrible storm raged outside, the sea washed over the lighthouse, and one small candle lit up the entire room. Or maybe it wasn’t just the tiny candle because all of a sudden he could see a translucent version of Eldred hovering in the air surrounded by a bright light.
He could see himself too; only he was rotting away.
“What’s happening?”
Lachtin looked at Eldred too. “Something’s wrong.”
Ghost-Eldred’s lips were moving, but Mo couldn’t see what he was saying, but it was clear his doppelgänger was laughing.
“Eldred!” Lachin’s voice was almost drowned out by the wind. “Eldred! What do you need?”
Ghost-Eldred didn’t look their way, but Mo could tell he was becoming more and more distressed. The sea roared, the wind whined, and he fear
