Joseph Carmichael’s torch flashed across the limestone, briefly illuminating a sphere of rock before darkness fell in behind. Underfoot, the stone was moist and keen to draw uncertain footfalls into treachery. The world outside was long forgotten amidst the sounds of dripping water in the distance.
If you want to see more then please say so in the comments and please feel free to share any of my post. The links are below, in order, and may contribute to a better plot understanding…or not, as the case may be! After all, it’s not every day the ghost of a Templar Master issues a direct command to flee to living observers. A time out against the deepening issues back home. To escape the growing tension they have taken a holiday in Wales. There they found themselves witness to a cell of Knights Templar ending their days combating something in the distant past that now lies burried in the Marsh. Last time the paranormal brothers found themselves in a ruined chapel in Compton an arm of the pentagram disclosed in a previous part of this tale.
I offer apologies for not posting over the last two weeks, but one stepped away for a family holiday and mental recharge. This is the seventh part in a short story series I’ve been running on my blog. Visiting a castle ruins to relax and take in some history. Having escaped the crypt where the Templars fell, the Brothers Carmichael turn to a vacation in Wales.
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