One of the dried leaves that was carried by the wind came to settle on the grave. Seeing this, Louise leaned forward to pick it up. Just when her hand reached it, a hand came from the bottom of the grave and caught hold of her wrist. A gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes turned wide. She tried to pull her hand away, but the hand didn't let go of her wrist.
The Fourth Mistress
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