Chapter 1 · free to read
I died a botanist, cataloguing seeds. I woke here — Corin, gravekeeper of Vael-Duran, where the only thing they bury deeper than the dead is the word 'necromancy.'
But some seeds here weren't seeds at all.
The first bloom opened her eyes.
They outlawed raising the dead. No one thought to outlaw growing them.
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