The stooped old man ceased whispering in the maddening
tongue and blew into his gnarled hand, scattering some powder all about the
grave. Silence reigned for several minutes. He stood as stone.
A scratching broke the graveyard hush, slowly growing
louder and louder. The old man straightened, all evidence of infirmity
disappearing.
A decayed hand burst forth from the ground, quickly
followed by the rest of the corpse. Once extricated from the dirt, it reached
its arms towards the old man, death in its witch-light eyes. But he thrust his
palm forward and put his steely gaze upon the creature.
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