The Blood of Thornwood

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The coffin smelled of earth and old wood and something else—something sweet and coppery that Elias couldn't name. He'd been sent to open it because he was the youngest and the lightest and the only one who wouldn't cry. His grandmother had said this with such certainty that Elias hadn't argued. He'd just picked up the crowbar and gone down into the family plot behind the Thornwood house, where...

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