(Author's note) this is severely unfinished, but I'm publishing anyway since it's here and I have no idea if I'll ever come back to it.
Ketch strode away from the scene, observing the graveyard, unsure where he was and needing to find his bearings. He still held The First Blade in his hand, its force driving him. It was autumn, and the leaves were falling and changing colors, making for a natural Monet above him. North, I suppose. Being the easiest direction to follow at night, a northern trek through the massive cemetery made the most sense. As long as he never changed directions, he would eventually come across something useful.
Leaves crunched under his sleek black dress shoes, alerting nearby nature of his presence.
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Resurrection
FanfictionArthur Ketch has risen from the dead and is - quite literally - better than ever, but there's a twist. The Mark of Cain is back, and the mysterious figure that raised Mr. Ketch fled the scene before questions could be asked. Authors (IG): @mooseches...
