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What the Briar Remembers
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The watchtower stairs were slick with the same dark sap. At the top, a girl in a soldier's coat was hauling on the bell rope, crying, ringing it over and over. "My brother's down there," she sobbed. "I'm calling him back." Each toll shook another grave loose in the forest below.
Mirren cut the bell rope with her spade's edge. The tolling stopped mid-swing. For one breath the forest was silent. Then the risen soldiers below, robbed of the call, turned as one and began marching toward the nearest living thing: the village beyond the trees. The girl screamed. They were already too late to bury them.
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