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What the Briar Remembers
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Mirren caught the cold wrist and hauled. A man came up out of the dirt, gasping, his eyes blind and white. "The bell," he rasped. "Someone rang the bell. The army is waking up." He clutched her sleeve. "You have to stop it before nightfall, or they all rise."
Mirren decided the dead could keep their war. She shoved the blind man back toward his hole and grabbed her spade. But his grip was iron now, and his white eyes locked on her face. "You can't bury me again," he whispered. The hill split open around her boots, and a hundred grey hands rose to pull her down into the dark with them.
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