Sir Wyce urges the horse faster and faster. Through the woods they go, black with night. They ride all night, afraid to stop and catch their breath, for hell itself could well be at their heels. The horse leaps over streams, dodges branches, rushing on with incredible speed on this midnight errand in the Ghost Forest.
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This whole wordless section was not in the original script. After I started penciling, though, I really wanted to give the art a some extra space to breathe. I think it ads a lot. Fortunately, since I'm publishing this on the web and not on paper, I can ad as many pages as I want! It costs me nothing! And I don't even have to think about even numbers! Mua-ha-ha!
