Chapter 1
Once upon a ghostly night, neath tree limbs stripped bright by dappling moonlight.
A spirit wanders, forever bound by earthly plight.
Stone markers twist and spiral through shadows, and long pathways narrow.
She remembers not the life before, only thoughts of infinite sorrow.




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