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... ling by an unmarked grave.
The cemetery had always murmured, but this was different. The usual sighs of wind and whispers of the dead had given way to a rhythm—wet, slithering syllables echoing beneath the soil.
It started as a hum in his bones.
Then the ground... moved.
He stumbled back, dropping his spade as the earth cracked open like a yawning mouth. Dozens of skeletal fingers emerged, not clawing upward, but gently tapping the dirt in time with the sound.
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