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... by unseen hands on a piano no one remembered. It drifted from the fog-laced hills beyond the Greymire cemetery—an old, forbidden ground where tombstones leaned like drunks and mausoleums wept moss. Locals called it the Grave Orchestra, claiming the dead rose to dance when the moon was right.
Evelyn Blackmoor followed the music into the mist.
Her lantern dimmed with each step, as though the air drank the flame. Ivy slithered across graves like living veins. Somewhere ahead, the m ...
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