Have you seen them, the ghosts who litter the corners like fallen leaves? Have you seen them, the husks of what once was? The price of becoming a ghost is losing the feast, is taking one last beautiful leap, is shattering your soul. The price of becoming is a liturgy for one, catalogued by no one, a gravedigger never on hiatus. When the dead come, look upon them and say hello.
Table Of Contents
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When the Dead Come In Pieces Will You Remain Unstained, by Shana Ross
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The Empty Ones, by Vivian Shaw
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The Price of Becoming A Villain Is To Quell One’s Kin In A Charade Of Pact With The Gods, by Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan
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On the Existence of Ghosts, As If, by James Van Pelt
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Liturgy of the Hours, by Soni Brown
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Catalogue of the Exofaithful Practices on Exoplanet SSR24-∞, by Marisca Pichette
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Ask a Necromancer: Oops, by Amanda Downum
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The Feast Night of Vengeful Ghosts, by Lavie Tidhar
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Shattered Souls at Heaven’s Gate, by Ayòdéjì Israel
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The Last Great Beautiful Leap, by Haden Cross
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Hiatus, by River
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Gravediggers, by Nat Nguyen
