The supernatural graveyard

A separate site past the Market and the Community Lands, reached by truck. Tall oaks and willows, stone markers, freshly turned earth, and no smell of death — “the air is sweet, almost fresh, like a garden after rain.” Sacred ground: supernaturals only, no unfated. Local legend (and as fact): the dead — shifters, vampires, witches, warlocks — rise and wander nightly, “restless and chatty, like ghosts just looking for company”; guarding it is the worst punishment posting. Contains Abigail Robertson’s white marble headstone (carved roses; “Stars shine brightest in the darkest nights”), interred there illegally, and the unfinished white marble mausoleum Levi is building — columns, an…