Bone Weaver's Daughter

In the grayest corner of the kingdom, where the sun barely touches the earth and the mist never quite lifts, there stands a cemetery. Not just any cemetery—the Gray Fields, oldest burial ground in Verath, home to over five thousand graves and the whispers of every soul buried within them. For nineteen years, Elara Fane has called this place home. For nineteen years, she's tended headstones, renewed bindings, and listened to the dead. They never stop talking. Elara, it's cold down here. Elara, did anyone come today? Elara, my daughter's name was Lily. Don't let me forget Lily. She answers them all. Not because she's kind—though she is—but because they're the only company she has. Her father Corvin, the Bone Weaver of Gray Fields, is a quiet man with haunted eyes and blood under his fingernails. He leaves for bindings in the village and returns with fewer words each time. He's taught her everything about tending the dead and nothing about living among the living. The gates stay locked. The world stays out. Elara stays put. That's the way it's always been. That's the way it's supposed to be. But the dead know secrets the living can't hear. And they've been waiting a very long time for someone to listen.

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