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... the shovel measured and calm, like a man tilling earth for spring rather than preparing a grave for something older than most. The Runescriptures carved into the shovel pulsed with a violet hum, responding to the quiet will of the man who held it.
He said nothing, and his posture was unhurried. His bare hands didn’t tremble. His breathing didn’t falter. The rhythm of the shovel cutting into the corrupted earth was a soft, haunting beat- steady, inexorable.
Beside him, the Monkey ...
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