[ They say the veil between our world and the next is thin this time of year. Julieta isn't so sure about that but lately every so often she'd catch a vague figure walking past a doorway when no one's there. It's all just stress. The nightmares have returned again and it seems to be affecting her more than she thought this time. These incidents are happening more frequently and in ways she can't ignore. She fears she'll lose her mind and with it any credibility she fought so hard to gain. Rustal is counting on her. She can't allow that to happen, but she also can't deny that the presence she's felt as a sudden hostile chill and seen as a shadow looming over Gaelio while she's trying to talk to him has materialized into a more familiar form. As she spends the twilight hours of the day on a bench with her tablet she stares at empty space. In that space, walking among the living breathing officers of Gjallarhorn that call Vingolf their home is a man killed in battle five years ago. ]
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McGillis Fareed.