Maybe We Were Ghosts
Description
The cemetery was her safe-haven; abandoned since 1998 with stones caked in crystallized salt. She read the engravings on each one until the decay made them illegible. How had it been that Esme never bumped into Aron before?
Foreword
This was written for a very good friend of mine, and was never intended to get so lengthy, but I ended up loving the story so much that I couldn't seem to stop myself. Speaking honestly, I'm fairly certain this is the best piece of fiction I have ever written.
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