Long gone was the young athlete from the pits of Emesh, long vanished the proud knight of the Emperor’s own. A revenant stared at me, hollow-eyed and undead, his skin like old parchment. The mark of the surgeon and bite of the lash were everywhere in evidence upon his flesh, and the stripes of the Prophet’s claws glowed on his left cheek. His hair had gone white at temples and at forelock and ran along his crown like lightning—just like his father’s—and his eyes! His eyes were the bottoms of deep wells untouched by any light.
