A cold winter night.

The biting cold wind made the cemetery empty and silent, even chilling.

Inside the gravekeeper's hut.

Aaron, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and put one hand on the hilt of the sword under the bed.

After a while, the sound of heavy footsteps came.

He looked at the torches outside, got up, dressed, and opened the door as if nothing had happened: "Misters, what happened?"

"Guarding the Tomb

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