The Day My Brother Died, Every Clue Pointed to Me

I can make the dead speak one last sentence, and for that I was branded a monster and driven out of my own home. My mother put three knives in me. I was tough enough to live through it. Fourteen years questioning corpses down by the riverbank, and the most vicious corpse I ever met was my own younger brother. That day my mother was hollowed out, past all hope. She knew I wouldn't help her. But against everything she expected, I came anyway. I lit a single stick of incense and bought the finest coffin there was. And then, while I was questioning the corpse.