Previous chapter:
Chapter 49: The Ritual
Next chapter:
Chapter 51: Queen
PREVIEW
... call it a graveyard—for some reason, she knew there were no bodies buried beneath like a memeory fought to be preserved the tombstones were only there for the memory of what once was. The arrangement was peculiar, lacking the order of a proper cemetery.
And so, she unconsciously called it a field.
The stones filled the horizon, rising and falling beyond where her eyes could see.
They were scattered haphazardly, as though each one had been placed exactly where its owner h ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























