Before leaving, she placed her tools in the moss-covered
stone out-building bordering the thicket.
As Cassandra closed the door to the shed, she felt a familiar
apprehension. It caught her off guard.
I forgot about that.
Could it be the way the light came through the trees and
formed creepy shadows or the rich smell of the earth making her feel
heady? Or maybe it was the silent
graves down the road. There was no
wind, but Cassandra heard spoken words rippling through the air—conversation.
She cringed, dwelling on what remained behind.
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