"The dead are meant to be burned. I won't make the mistake of burying you this time." K'ile ripped his spear free of the earth, and heat poured from the wound. A geyser of fumes from the flash-boiled stone blasted into the air between himself and Thal. He jumped backward, turned and ran, but only a few meters. He leaped up onto the dark stone, shadowed dais, the red lines roiling through it as he set foot on it. He kept his ears directed towards the dead man, however.
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