The necromancer’s apprentice stood in the graveyard, watching her sift through the detritus of centuries.
He would hand her tools as she performed arcane rituals, and jotted down the results. Just before dawn, he reburied the bodies and locked the gates behind them.
Back in her lair, the necromancer looked over his notes approvingly.
“A profitable night’s work.”
“But what did you do?” He asked. He’d expected to be raising armies and cowing shades. This was almost boring.
She sighed, disappointed. “Some secrets do not pass when the spirit leaves, but are known in the bones. And now they’re mine.”

“Statue at Pere Lachaise Graveyard in Paris” by Shadowgate is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.

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