I gathered my jacket close and ambled along the path and across the yard. It had stopped raining, and while I didn’t look forward to getting caught in an unexpected downpour, I needed fresh air. Evening had cast shadows that lurked in places I hesitated to explore. In making the rounds of Gran’s property, I’d slipped in the mud, slid on wet grass, and landed hard when I lost my balance.Annoyed at my clumsiness, I grumbled over it and stood up, wiping my hands on my sweatpants. A slight movement caught my eye and I turned to the left. Nothing was visible, other than the sway of branches in the breeze. I listened for the thud of feet, a word spoken, or the rustle of overgrown garden debris. Still nothing. I shrugged and trudged on into the family cemetery in the small valley past a thick grove of fir trees behind the house.Headstones leaned this way and that. For a hundred years or more, the Dragon family had dwelled on this land. Proud owners of Dragon Estate, my great-grandfather and generations of Dragon’s before him had been travelers who’d bought rare pieces of art, furniture, and more and made a fortune doing so.
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