innocence died screaming

But of course, we all know Ludo does not need to guess again. And, written by an invisible hand in elegant ink rather than the blunt scratch of charcoal, the word fills itself in, and the hanged man avoids the noose. V A N Y A "The world is fuzzy with spirits this season," Ludo murmurs. "It's chaos. Ghosts trundling about as if they are alive again. But this one in particular is the one that has your attention, and she isn't even in Mort's realm." Another herald might have scolded; others still might have punished. But Ludo regards its chosen with soft, black eyes, and it nods. "Speak freely, then." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own