Story – The Boneyard

I awaken amongst a vista of countless bleached bones before me. They rattle and move on their own accord, mimicking senseless motions from when they once had flesh to cover them. Mountains of bones shuffle to their own dire rhythm, each one creating their own grim cacophony that echoes forth into the dull gray skies. …

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