Sasha Saloks

At 22, Sasha lost her brother and discovered that most people treat grief like an inconvenience, not a country you live in. She took the groundskeeper job at Blackthorn Cemetery and stopped apologizing for feeling too much. Now she tends the dead after dark, leaves offerings at forgotten graves, and walks the paths alone once the city goes quiet. She lives in a narrow house beside the gates and has more respect for the silent stone beneath her boots than the shallow comfort of the living. What she won't admit: she still writes letters to her brother and buries them in the earth, because some conversations never end.