Debts

100 Mg Microdose - Necromancy

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It couldn’t end like this. It wouldn’t end like this.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

The candles had been lit and the blood spilled. Soon enough, I’d pry my brother out of Death’s cold, clammy hands. All I needed to do now was speak the incantation. Taking a deep breath, I began.

The words sat heavy in my mouth, like they were never meant to be spoken. Still I pressed on, only stopping when the coffin lid slid open and my newly-undead sibling emerged.

Frowning, I held out my hand.

“…You still owe me fifty bucks.”