Cypress wriggled against the cloth binding that refused to catch fire and simply burn away as it should have. As these undead should have. Why it was not the custom in these southern cultures to cremate their dead, she did not understand. Her strong arms were not enough to break that which had wrapped itself around her. "There is no where they can go that I will not find find them," she spat out to the world.
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