“Can I ask a favour?” “Of course. Anything.” “Can I borrow your tent?” His smile turned incredulous. “Oh, please don’t—” Keira laughed as she looked across the undulating grave markers. Angels clasped hands under their chins as rainwater flowed over their eyes. The ground rose and sank as the coffins beneath decayed and the earth settled. The stones burst from the earth like teeth, broken in some places, tilting at others. Through the fog, faint spectral shapes glittered as they moved between the markers. “Yeah,” Keira said, this time with more certainty. “I think I’d really like to stay here.
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