A number of years ago…   ”Remind me why we’re playing shepherd for a bunch of dead things, again?” Solfrid asked blithely, his frown focused on the armored rumps of two ghostly coursers in front of him.   ”Because-“ Vairn, at his side, said excitedly, “It’s a harvest moon tonight, so lots more spirits escape the Harvester!” Vairn was practically skipping as he explained, his hooves tip-tapping on the scorched stone floor. Behin...