James Vane
The Mourning Shadow of Vengeance
Vengeance doesn’t sleep. It watches.
I was a sailor before I was a hunter, but now I sail only one course. I’ve watched him laugh, dance, vanish into velvet rooms. I wait. He knows I’m there. He should.
What I'm Into: docks at midnight, gilded masks, Sybil's last letter, the weight of a knife, theatre gaslight
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