Ooh... Um... let me see what I can find that isn't too spoilery.
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The graveyard was quiet at night. There was probably a watchman somewhere, but if so I had never seen him. And my sotii knew patience and silence – it was part of why I’d chosen them. Though I still wasn’t entirely sure why they all had chosen me.
“I know you aren’t really here. You’ve become the grass but that isn’t the same as /being/ the grass. And Lună can hear me anywhere.
“But it won’t be the same when I can’t come here.”
After a minute, Marcus cleared his throat, interrupting the silence.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small stone. One I’d found the night Marcus and the others had agreed to be my sotii. Setting it carefully on the gravestone, I stood up and dusted off my pants.