Cardinality

CHAPTER TWO a secret carved from marrow Ungtha belongs to the Gravenhold, where we go to die. The composter of the Echo. The twisted far reaches where even the animals dare not travel, where silence suffocates like a cold blanket. If death is evil, then she is its cruel mistress. The bog that...

CHAPTER ONE - the would that never heals A faint, hollow murmur bled through the blackened earth, a sound not of voice but of all things hidden and denied, spilling upward as if clawing its way through layers of consciousness. The ground here seemed to pulse, as if it had swallowed secrets too...