Moonlit fog roiled silently 'round the granite marker. The
name furrowed on its face was unimportant. 'Twas the dates beneath that
mattered. A strange custom had developed in this region and with innumerable
participants, the people ripped Time from one chronology and reinserted it into
the fabric of the universe later. The
body six feet below the surface had ceased living in another season when Fate had
slated a painful demise to begin, a finale unfinished because their ritual had
interrupted. But the corpse was about to regain that hour.
Three, two, one....
Spoooooky!
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