She came to the graveyard every night, and simply sat.. The dead, rising like steam from their graves, regarded her with suspicion. No shade takes kindly to a necromancer’s presence.
But she did them no harm, only sat and listened. And she left offerings behind every morning. Slowly, like animals tamed by careful feeding, the dead accepted her presence. Eventually, they told her their stories.
The other necromancers mocked her for her gentle methods. The dead were to be commanded, not befriended.
She ignored their foolish criticism. She knew that there were some secrets you could never take by force.

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