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Chapter 1: A Grave
Not an impressive one, by any means, but made with care and love.
Maybe a sprinkle of magic, as well, from a mysterious seabird that visits from time-to-time.
The cabin where the grave rests is slowly turning into...something.
It's dry, at least.
That will be what matters most to the hand stretching out from the dirt beneath the homemade cross.
