In the meridian hour between dusk and dawn he is made flesh again. Rising from the sinews of the dripping earth; naked, new, and furious. His memories survive between the days even if his body does not. Often he falters. There are vast forces aligned against him. He upsets the balance of things, carefully and painfully established over long years. But there is a right that must be wronged and he will keep coming back until it is done. They call him many things: Unbowed. Relentless. Spectre.
Paddy Dobson
18th October 2021