When the smell of rotten leaves mixed with the moisture of earth entered the skull cavity, I lifted my arms from the rotting coffin for the 73rd time. The ligaments between the finger bones made a fine clicking sound, and two clusters of blue phosphorus fire danced deep in the eye sockets, reflecting the mass grave in front of him into a floating gray shadow. A low roar came from behind the tombstone in the distance. It was the skeleton with half of its lower jaw eating the crow. It would never know how many days it had been repeating this action...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
