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Submitted to Contest #307
Deidre Poe had talked to the graves of Stillwater Cemetery ever since she could speak, but it wasn’t until she was seven years old that someone responded. “G’morning, Grandpa Mortimer,” Deidre said as routine. She danced through the tombstones, her footsteps lighter than the mist blanketing the graveyard. “G’morning Great-Uncle Ambrose, and Great-Great Aunt Guinevere, and First-Cousin-Once-Removed Margot, and—” A derisive snicker sounded behind her. Deidre’s ears burned; her pale cheeks, already cherry-tinged from the cold, flushed even deep...
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