Requiem Shard

The young man goes before the front desk, a busy day inside the Frontier Herald's office. "Hello. I need this delivered, please" , he says, holding up a rolled and waxed piece of paper. The clerk barely looks up, still quite busy with sorting a few ads from her desk. "Sure, who's the ...

A troubled young man rifles through the strange pieces of parchment containing odd symbols that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Even if he couldn't understand what all of that was, they were very different from the other designs containing general shapes of a chair or long-sleeved c...