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Chapter 53: Names for the Unclaimed

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The dead had been waiting for permission.

That was the horror of it.

Not that they were powerless.

Not that the Morgue Queen was strong.

But that no one had asked their names in so long that they had almost forgotten they were allowed to answer.

"Ma Rui."

"Deng Qiao."

"Lin Sufen."

"He Xiaobo."

The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In Saint Agnes and the morgue, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of f
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