At dawn, she had pleaded, cried, scratched at the wood until her nails broke. No one listened. She had disgraced the bloodline. But what the...

At dawn, she had pleaded, cried, scratched at the wood until her nails broke. No one listened. She had disgraced the bloodline. But what they hadn't expected was the sound. A week later, a priest returned to bless the family tomb. He heard it, the knocking.