The Death Walker, Bloody Coins for Son

To save up enough gold for the ritual to save my son, Ben, I spent five years as a Death Walker.

I guided the restless spirits of the dead through the dark woods, a job everyone loathed.

On his sixth birthday, I finally had enough. But on my way home, I tumbled down a jagged ravine.

Driven by the need to see my son one last time, I dragged my broken body back to our village, clutching the blood-stained coins.

"Your Grace, Celine has sent word that she has enough money. What is our next m