They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe more. But that didn't work on everyone. Not all of the Revenants staid loyal. They took him out, to shoot him up and cut the wires, to bury him in a shallow grave, but the bullet didn't take.
She was just passing through. A stranger in a strange land, skin as pale as a gleam of moonlight and a hunger a mile wide. But maybe, just maybe, they had what the other needed.
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