With modern craftsmanship and industrial tools, carving a tombstone was no longer the kind of labor that consumed a full day; an experienced artisan with the right equipment could finish the job within an hour. That efficiency, however, did nothing to lessen the weight of the object—or the weight pressing on Issac Monroe’s heart.
By the time Issac reached Milesridge Manor, a small utility truck rumbled in behind him.
A group of workers cautiously unloaded the tombstone, their hands shaking as they lowered the massive slab onto the road.
They were confused.
Today was supposed to be a grand occasion at Milesridge Manor—an event where countless influential figures gathered to flatter the King of Redharrow, Sir Kane.
Why was someone delivering a tombstone here?
They didn’t dare ask.
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