My Father’s Bones Are Winter’s Tithe

“Do you believe in ghosts, child?”

Jillian Spiridon
5 min readMay 21, 2024

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Men from the Hellions — a gang in the King’s City — came to find my father, but he was already dead. His heart had given out on one of the hunts in the summer. What lay in that grave now was not him — just a rotting carcass with maggots given way to what had once been a full form of flesh and marrow.

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