The smell of freshly dug earth impregnated the air. A single hollow fissure in the ground stood out amongst its companion tombstones and graves. A cavity that measured exactly six feet deep.
The funny thing about this chasm is not because of the fact that it was empty neither was it because the sepulcher had dated back a few centuries ago. The funny thing was, that the hole was not unearthed from the outside, something had mauled its way through the rosewood loam.
-Zarae. My comeback
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