The Lunar prophecy
She remained standing.
"You smell dead," a boy said from behind Nathaniel.
Nathaniel turned to see a child no more than twelve years old, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Jake, you can't say that to people," Elder August scolded, his tone gentle.
The boy scoffed and returned to playing, unaffected.
"Please pardon him; Jake is a necromancer," August explained.
Nathaniel's eyes widened in astonishment. He had never seen a necromancer before, let alone one within a pack.
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