“He hated me because he would never inherit. Never could inherit. After paying the death taxes, I . . . I just . . . I could feel John hating me. Like when we were kids and he would just stare, dreaming up some new punishment, or inventing some crazy slight.”
“So, you dug him up to make sure he was dead.”
“What is he? How has he done this?”
“Your brother was a bastard, born from a strange woman. She taught him many secrets of their people.”
“That’s insane.”
“Then so are you, for you’ve seen the empty coffin.”
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