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Engravings on a Silver Cross

The door creaked open, bathing the night stained yard with an orange glow. As quickly as the light came it was gone. Yet the night had a new visitor. She stood trembling in the cool breeze. Her sheer night gown danced around her legs. She looked about quickly before nmbly jumping onto the dewy grass. It tickled her feet as she ran. Once or twice her head turned toward the place she was fleeing, but no more. On and on she went, till her breath came in ragged gasps and the persperation chilled on her face. Only then did her slight body crumple to the ground. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly. A barking cough shook her like a wind on a dead leaf. Blood bubbled up from her gaping mouth as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth opened and shut trying to gulp air even as her throat constricted. Soon she lay still and the heavens cried out. Drops of rain fell like stones. They splashed on a silver cross, engravings broke the smooth surface. The chain sunk into the muddy ground.Her soul now departed.

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