The abandoned graveyard lay in ruins on the hillside where it had once stood proudly for hundreds of years. The residents moved to a new location lower-ground, now only the oldest of broken headstones remained.
Elizabeth looked at the date on one of these remaining stones: 1793. It was moss-covered and weathered by time, but the date was still clearly visible. She ran her finger down the headstone, and smiled when she reached what felt like a letter E.
“They won’t be moving me so easily”, she whispered, as she settled herself into the ground she had long called home.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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