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October 15, 2007

Divination

As tradition dictated, she sat in a dark room on Hallowe’en gazing into the mirror. Either the face of her husband would appear or, if she were to die before marrying, a skull would appear. After a while, a face had appeared. The eyes were sunken, dark, closed as in death. No one could interpret the meaning.

Now, five years later, she understood as she stared at her husband’s decomposing face. After a week the stench was terrible. She couldn’t sleep next to him any longer. She should probably find someplace to bury him before her crime was discovered.

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