The Final Reconciliation
I felt my head lighten from the loss of blood, but no matter how hard I tried to tear my fingers away from the strings, they would not obey.
Let it happen, I heard Camilla whisper. You want this.
Her words shifted into Johnny’s lyrics, their voices transposed over one another, and for a time I thought it was Camilla who was singing, or maybe it was Johnny whispering into my ear. Both had become one, two sides of the same damned coin, singing in shrill pitch to the darkening heavens above, swearing their oath to reconcile the kingdoms of Hastur.
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