This was such farce. Perhaps he was still dreaming. The world split open with horrors he did not comprehend, and then some long-dead saint rose from the grave with all the grace of a concussed octopus.
"Why else should one rest beside the dead?" There was the edge of a laugh bubbling in his words now. "It is no flame, but there is heat. Come sit, or the grave may take you again."
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Date: 2023-01-29 02:14 am (UTC)"Why else should one rest beside the dead?" There was the edge of a laugh bubbling in his words now. "It is no flame, but there is heat. Come sit, or the grave may take you again."