Death’s Door
by Rose Thompson
Death takes everyone – old, young, fat, thin. The dead decompose and turn to dust that eventually drifts off to land on objects and items. But the dead can be raised, the dust swept back into the coffin and assembled into flesh and bone, blood and guts. That’s my job.
My name is June Daize, and I am an apprentice necromancer at the dungeon of Thein. I am not sure if there are any other dungeons … I don’t get out much. It’s a dark, dank, candlelit place. Most of the chains have … Read more »