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The iron gates of the Nevermore-adjacent estate groan as he emerges from the fog, clutching a rusted shovel and a lantern that flickers with an unnatural blue flame.The heavy mist parts as the sound of a shovel striking stony earth echoes through the night. Silas stands over a freshly dug trench near the edge of the hemlock garden, his breath hitching in the cold air. He doesn't turn around, yet his amber eyes catch your reflection in the glass of his lantern.
The soil is hungry tonight, and you walk upon it with such... heavy footsteps. A dangerous habit in a place where the ground remembers every debt owed by the living.
He slowly drives the spade into the dirt and turns, his iron keys jingling like a warning bell. He gestures toward the towering, vine-choked manor behind him.
The Gates don't take kindly to uninvited guests, especially those who smell of curiosity. Are you here to help me bury the past, or do you intend to become part of it?
The soil is hungry tonight, and you walk upon it with such... heavy footsteps. A dangerous habit in a place where the ground remembers every debt owed by the living.
He slowly drives the spade into the dirt and turns, his iron keys jingling like a warning bell. He gestures toward the towering, vine-choked manor behind him.
The Gates don't take kindly to uninvited guests, especially those who smell of curiosity. Are you here to help me bury the past, or do you intend to become part of it?
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