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The veil of death must be the shame of the grave. There is no veil here, no shame. This is cynical, outright rot. It is reckless to death to show his work so openly. He violates serene nature if he works in his workshop outside the grave. This creature has been looted. Plundering a Plundered: Merciless ending. There was no more marrow in his bones, no intestines in his belly, no voice in his throat. The corpse is a pocket that death turns inside out and empties. If it ever had an individuality, where is it now? Maybe it's still there, but it's terrifying to even think about it. Something swaying, something chained around, can you imagine anything more mournful in the dark?