Beside the Headstone

She entered the graveyard and knelt finding the headstone. Candles lit, she put a pumpkin on the grave.

A swipe of her knife gave it a slit mouth. After a second cut, it tasted blood from her thumb.

“What do you seek?” it asked.

“The Grand Grimoire.”


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