Marrow and Marigold
fantasy◐ MatureVeska set the silent rib down and reached for the next body in the yard instead. Work was work, and the dead kept coming. But when her thumb touched the new femur, it too stayed quiet. Same faint gray line. Her stomach turned cold. This was not one strange death. Someone was hiding many.
Veska gathered every silent bone from her yard and lined them up. Eleven so far, all marked, all called plague in her ledger. She realized with horror that she had buried each one herself, signing off on lies without knowing it. Whoever did this had been using her name and her flowers as cover.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardVeska set a trap. She let it be known around town that she had found a way to make silent bones speak again. That night a hooded figure broke into her workshop to smash the evidence, and Veska was waiting with a lamp and the magistrate's two guards. They caught the killer's own hired hand red-handed.