As they lay together in the vault below the tower and sighs passed into whispers, something moved through the forest. The shades and phantoms cowered before the burning light of its torches, and though the evil trees reached out their withered branches of dripping thorns, it marched on, breaking and cutting its way toward the keep.
The mob knocked on her door, battering it down with the trunk of a fallen tree. The two started up in their coffin, the first moments of confusion falling away as the voices of the townspeople filtered in from above.
Then, there was light.
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