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 Here Lies Dara Samnang, Rest in Peace. He began to feel as though his heart were constricting as he looked with dread at the next tomb. It’s inscription read Arthit LuxUmbra. Not too far away another read Radiavi LuxUmbra, another Umbratica LuxUmbra, next to it Sridao. His eyes racing wildly around the chamber, more names Khamsingh, Tuyen Hong, Keo, Dian. Names of cousins, aunts and uncles, other relatives and friends were written on even more tombs.
Lucifer squeezed his eyes tight shut. Desperately he tried to imagine himself as part of the giant fir tree he was currently inhabiting. In the distance he could just make out the rugged cries of those who were hunting him.
The wind wailed and howled. Rain slammed into the windows and pounded on the roof. It tried to get in with all it's might. Dripping from the eaves it pooled on the ground near the foundation. Everywhere it lurked, attempting to gain entry. If it could only get in, those inside would see its usefulness. Water was good and helpful. Storms were good things, sometimes. The stormy weather was cleansing the land, driving out the drought and famine. Storms were good. Water was good. Why didn't they see that? Why did they try to keep it out?