There were no doubts on the matter, not after Fern had told him how the very ground itself was flesh last autumn, around Halloween. That thought alone was chilling for Oscar-- a farmhand whose skills were not with livestock but with the care, maintenance, and harvest of grain crops. Wheat and Barley were sturdy grasses that could grow near anywhere with the right care-- but not when the ground itself was made of flesh and blood.
"Yeah, Ghosts."
He said, recalling stumbling upon Ruby's by accident while he was out on his explorations. It was so hard to sit still in this town, and only so many projects he could do...
"With a Dreamer's Death, a Ghost can remain behind at the place where they fell, replaying the tragedy over and over..."
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There were no doubts on the matter, not after Fern had told him how the very ground itself was flesh last autumn, around Halloween. That thought alone was chilling for Oscar-- a farmhand whose skills were not with livestock but with the care, maintenance, and harvest of grain crops. Wheat and Barley were sturdy grasses that could grow near anywhere with the right care-- but not when the ground itself was made of flesh and blood.
"Yeah, Ghosts."
He said, recalling stumbling upon Ruby's by accident while he was out on his explorations. It was so hard to sit still in this town, and only so many projects he could do...
"With a Dreamer's Death, a Ghost can remain behind at the place where they fell, replaying the tragedy over and over..."