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"The ground is too dry for graves," the Monk said, her voice like grinding stones. "And I’ve no interest in burying the living. But I do have enough water for seven, and a spade for three."

Behind her, circling in the heat haze, were the . They weren’t birds. They were men in black duster coats, eyes hollowed out by greed, waiting for her to drop from exhaustion so they could claim the gold rumored to be hidden in her satchel. They kept their distance, wary of the way she gripped that spade like a claymore. "The ground is too dry for graves," the

The Vultures drew their steel. The Sinners held their breath. " the Monk said