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Tadeo had been hired to mow the grass once a week, pick up branches, and otherwise keep the cemetery tidy. He wasn't spooked by the quiet, or by the odd grave.
It was set a little off from the others and still had old but pristine wrought iron posts and chains and decorations that Tadeo didn't recognize.
It gave him the distinct impression that something was being kept out.
Or in.
He mowed around it carefully and didn't linger. His chance to learn more about it would come.
He hadn't lived seven hundred years without caution.
He'd wait.
