Reapers Of Suffering
"Wait, I've got...
She fumbled in her bosom and pulled out what she had taken with her, and which, in her grief, she almost forgot. Bone comb.
The girl bent down, about to place her present in her stiffened hand.
At that very moment, cold, dead fingers trembled and squeezed Lesana's wrist. The scream stuck in my throat. The victim rushed, but lifeless hands held tight. The black motionless eyes opened wide and looked at the Citadel apprentice with hungry malice.
- My son! - the deceased pulled her friend towards her. Why was my son killed?
The dry, raspy voice didn't belong to Eilish. The undead rushed.
Ichthor shouted something. Lesana was thrown onto the stones, and the broken, mutilated b
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