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- Authors: Kel Carpenter
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- Genre: Romantic Fantasy
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Reagan
The worst part about digging up a grave wasn’t actually the smell; it
was the unknown. The obvious expectation is that we’d find a body,
of course, but it wasn’t that cut and dry. For millennia other cultures
had protected the entombed with a series of curses, trip wires, and other
various booby traps. Add in the possibility that you might find a spelled
corpse or a really pissed off vampire, and it equaled a fairly hazardous job.
I’d say I was used to it by now, but that was hardly the case.
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Grave robbing was our family business. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded.
We weren’t digging up bodies at random, or disturbing ancient burial
grounds. Rubies, pottery, coins, pocket watches: none of that mattered.
Items like that were no longer valued as currency in this world. What we
were paid to acquire was either sentimental or enchanted. Usually the latter.
We were merely contractors . . . who dug up the dead.
Okay, maybe it was as bad as it sounded, but we did what we needed to
do for survival. We lived in an unconventional world, which meant we had
unconventional job prospects.
That was why we were spending our night digging a hole in a cemetery
across the river from our home in The Crossroads.
The autumn air was crisp, laced with the scent of the rain we’d likely
get sometime overnight. For now, only a few clouds floated in the dark sky.
A full moon illuminated the graveyard, giving us so much light we didn’t
even need magic or lanterns.
I didn’t want to take this as a rush job. Our buyer was eager, and that
meant we needed to work quickly. I had a standard rule that I didn’t mingle
with the dead on a full moon, but when work had been slow, and our client
was willing to pay handsomely, it was hard to say no.
Still, it made me feel uneasy.
“What do you think we’re gonna find this time?” Nog asked,
interrupting my train of thought. “Pile of dusty bones in tattered clothes, or
something cool like a zombie?”
My cousin had a very blasé attitude about our line of work, and very
little scared him—which wasn’t a good thing. At nineteen, he had too little
fear and too much confidence. It was a dangerous combination when he was
a latent shifter and didn’t have much in the way of strength or power.
“Hopefully we just find the lapel pin we were paid to locate,” I
answered, pushing my foot on the shovel as I continued to dig. We stood in
a hole about five feet deep and probably about the same width, and we were
almost finished.
“I wonder what it does,” he mused with genuine interest in his voice. “I
can never tell if they want something that was buried fifty years ago
because they want it as a family keepsake or if they want it for some spell.”
“Honestly, I try not to think about it.”
“Why not?” He’d completely stopped shoveling. “Aren’t you a little
curious what people are up to?”
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