They were all likewise covered, as I had covered them the previous day, but now they were arranged along the perimeter of my house, their arms resting neatly at their sides. Young Brown asked in a whisper why I had laid them so. I did not answer. We moved the soldiers to the morgue. I hope they were quiet for Mr. Smith. He wondered too, I could see, at the cause of death, but raised no question. Perhaps he believed the rumors about my family and our deals with the shadows of the Witch’s Bower. Perhaps those rumors are true.
Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House
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