Beyond The Grave

From the leaden sky, big wet snowflakes floated down and softened the dark contours of the cemetery and black umbrellas of the assembled mourners. I stood at the mouth of the open grave and tossed a single rose onto the mahogany coffin my body was meant to be in.

Now the hunt was on to find my would-be murderer.

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