Thick raindrops smacked against the gravestones. Ursula grabbed the rubbings she'd made and dashed for the dubious shelter of her rusted Camry. Thunder growled across the sky. Lightning followed. Autumn leaves scattered in the wind.
She saw it on the edge of her vision and froze. A small, crooked gravestone. Her own name inscribed upon it. Ursula Pendlethwaite. Died 1814.
Ursula shivered. The wind tore the rubbings from her grip.
She saw it on the edge of her vision and froze. A small, crooked gravestone. Her own name inscribed upon it. Ursula Pendlethwaite. Died 1814.
Ursula shivered. The wind tore the rubbings from her grip.
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