The Hand That Reached
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
The Pink Necromancer moved quietly through the graveyard. Quaraun had always been careful with tombstones. Yet, this one - the one with the cracked surface - had an odd chill to it.
His fingers brushed its cold edges, and that's when he felt it: the sudden pressure of fingers wrapping around his hand.
The air turned frigid.
BoomFuzzy grabbed his arm, yanking him back as skeletal hands erupted from the earth, their long fingers clawing at Quaraun's robes.
The dead were angry.
Angry with The Necromancer and The Lich.
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Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻
🌸 Old Orchard Beach, Maine's Dark Fantasy author: 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, & 3k+ short stories published since 1978. 🌸 2028 is 50th anniversary 1st book! 🌸
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