Zosalot

           Whenever Challyn had to dig, he’d try to find a rhythm in the sounds his shovel made as it shuffled the rough earth. He was alone tonight. Usually he had two other people with him, but tonight’s job was a bit different. He didn’t need the entire stiff. Just bits of it. This grave tonight was in the poor section. There weren’t guards this late and they weren’t usually interested in this area of the cemetery anyway.            Why Cruim wanted the organs of a child was something Challyn didn’t want to know. Challyn just did what Cruim told him to do. It was best that way since Cruim was easily ir