Prologue

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The night is always cold and dark in March. Despite spring looming around the corner, it’s always horrible and cold and dark. That’s why tonight came as such a surprise. The heat overwhelms me; like a summer day in turkey. So why am I shivering still inside? Could it be the Whispering noises coming from all around me? Could it be the thump, thump from under my feet? Could it be the fact that I’m standing in a sea of the dead?

I walk through the gates of the cemetery, like every night, but today its different. I know the route but I’m taking wrong turns. I know the graves shape and stone but still I’m confused at the sight of it. I know the heap of mounded earth over the grave, but why has it gone?

Normally I don’t get this far, but tonight is different. I never saw the name on the grave until this day. So has my dream been predicting the future all this time?

The name flutters through my lips before I can stop it.

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