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The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before....
Aria remained in that half sleep as the house changed and rerouted the others, putting them to sleep. She remained asleep as a wall upon wall formed within her room, attempting to separate the incorporeal, floating orb from her, and presumably ultimately succeeding. However, in that tense and restless dreaming, it was easy for the noise that night to rouse her. Sitting up beneath the covers, she would glance around, wide-eyed and alert. Whatever music it was that she seemed to hear was rising, a cacophony not unlike her favorite symphony, but something was different.
"What hides in the dark..." She stood, not bothering to put her coat or her hat back on, but instead looking around. "Dirge?"
When no answer came from the Gastly, she simply proceeded out of the door.
Will they be buried here among the dead?
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