The Hanged Man
Taking pity on the poor phantom, we cut the rope from the tree. He hangs there a moment, eyes turned in gratitude upon us. “Yes, it was me. I brought the blight…”
Then, with a moan — of pain? of relief? — he fades from sight.
The first traveller that chose to cut the spirit down wins the Bargain of the Hanged Man.
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