CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
HE WATCHED THE GIRL kneeling on the gravesite, her arms lifted and her eyes rolled back, lips moving. He knew she was conversing with the old woman. It was the perfect opportunity. He could lock her in that world for all eternity, her mind lost behind a veil of death while her soft, worthless body rotted in this realm.
Once she was helpless he could finish her off. He was the keeper of the dead. And they would do his bidding. They were eager to do as he asked.
She wouldn’t know what hit her.
With that thought, the figure in the shadows lifted his arms and closed his eyes.
And began to chant.
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