There's a single wilted hyacinth on the stone. You touch it, then flinch backward as an entire spirit materializes over the gravestone. Katherine resembles her oil painting, with long loose blonde hair and a pale blue dress. She looks around, confused, then focused on you.
"Terry? Do you have my molly?"
"Who's Terry?"
"Who's Molly?"
"I'm not Terry, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you got fifty bucks?"
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