by Tess Oliver
Behold: behind the keyhole...
The shadows of the grave markers stretched thin across the mossy ground. I scooted nearer to Dr. Bennett. A layer of death rested eternally beneath me, yet the white heat of the moon infused the night air with energy.
“Another graveyard,” I said, “why always a cemetery?”
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