Where the Dead Keep Watch

Previously

…As he did, he felt a distinct warmth emanating from the soil, a gentle pulse beneath his fingertips. He looked around, his gaze drawn to the very edge of the grave. The ground there, where the earth had seemed to ripple, was now subtly, undeniably, disturbed. It looked as though something had pushed up from below, a gentle, deliberate movement that had left a faint, serpentine trail in the soil. He knelt, his young face a mask of wonder and a nascent understanding of something ancient and watchful stirring beneath the surface. The cemetery had received its first resident, and the ground around his grave had become a testament to the unquiet spirit that now lay beneath.