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... ys the same rhythm—shovel, breath, earth. And always at night, when the townsfolk of Greyhall slumbered under roofs they prayed would not leak into their dreams. Jasper had long since learned not to pray. Prayers, in Greyhall, had a cost.
His graveyard, Wyrm’s Hollow, was older than memory, stitched across crumbling hills. The headstones shifted when no one watched. Names faded. Some plots dug themselves. And Jasper never questioned it.
Not after what he had done.
The pac ...
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