The Courier

As we linger, indecisive, the driver grows impatient. “You make me late,” she whispers. “The post cannot be late…”

Clicking the phantom horses on, she disappears over the ridge. In the coach’s wake, the air fills with dread.

  • The party suffers the Curse of the Courier. Take this spirit's card and place it in a designated area on the table so everyone can see it. If this is the party's third Curse, click here.

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