The Forbidden Resurrection Spell

I’m crazy about cloth shoes. One day, I went into a general store and picked up a pair that looked different from the rest. “They have no soles. Those shoes are for the dead,” the shopkeeper said. That night, the shoes for the dead mysteriously appeared beside my bed. When I went back to the store to confront the shopkeeper, I learned he had died a week earlier. And the discarded shoes for the dead appeared beside my bed once again...