The Gravekeeper of Blackwater Manor
The Gravekeeper of Blackwater Manor The coffin lid did not open so much as it was pushed aside, as if some heavy hand had risen from within. I felt the movement more than I saw it--a grinding of wood against earth, a shift of soil that pressed against my face like a living thing. Then came the smell. Not the smell of death, exactly. Death has a particular odor, sweet and cloying, like overripe...
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