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... own using Ian's help and they left the carriage, passing by the old corrode iron gates of the cemetery while holding to Ian's hand.
Her feet padded through the snow where her weigh stiffened the snow and cause it to dent downward. "It's been a long time," Elise said. "I don't usually visit cemetery," she confessed.
"Because of the ghosts," Ian guessed the right answer and she nodded her head in reply. "Did you remember when your birth mother died?"
Elise took time recolle ...
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