Chapter Twenty-Four
The tombstone, partially covered by overgrown weeds, bore the name of David’s grandfather. The earth around the site was soft and yielding, as if it were muddy beneath the grass. With the starlight shining down, David could almost make out a birth and death date for on the grave marker. Opal’s hands, gaunt and luminescent, swept low so David could read aloud. Lee stood off to the side, apparently annoyed at the whole proceedings. “Loving father and husband,” David whispered, looking up into Opal’s mad eyes. “Did you know him?” “Yes…” she whispered, caressing the stone. “But only the living version of me. I am but an echo of what I once was, a mere shade of the past. He never saw me as I am, as I was sacrificed by Anne to be her Bound Spirit. We had to keep the family trade going, you see
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