[There's humming from somewhere, even if all that can be seen is soil.
Flying soil at that, and it's coming from what could be a hole in the ground, and just outside of it is a latern, glass cracked and clouded, a flickering flame providing light. It's a somewhat cloudy morning after all, and he'd started his digging well before the sun would have
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Who says it's for people my dear?
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What is it for then?
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A little friend of Charlie's.
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Oh~ I simply grew bored of knitting for the time, but I suppose this is a grave-diggers form of fun.
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I've still gotten to build a few coffins.
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[PCD in the hole with him, still brushing soil off of it.]
A friend of Charlie's did.
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