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A Creepy Walk

I was walking down the street this morning, when I spotted something strange on the ground in front of a construction site.  Now when I was a kid, I spent a lot of time in graveyards, so I was pretty sure that I was looking at a tombstone.  And I'm not referring to growing up Gothic, I'm referring to growing up, er, genealogical.  My mom has always been into tracing the history of our family, so we frequented dusty old libraries and cemeteries.  At the time it was boring, but I've developed a nostalgia for tombstones and microfiche that I entirely failed to develop for computer parts and easy listening music.  But that's another story.

When you see it . . .
 I pulled the stroller over to the side of the road to get a closer look.  Sure enough, this was a bona fide early 20th century tombstone.  Which brings up some questions: Was someone buried in this plot of land?  Where is the body?  Is this legal?  Do I have a corpse in my backyard too?

Close up of tombstones
How could this happen?  Well, anyone remember Comet Lodge Cemetery?  Perhaps this is one of the tombstones from there.

So, chapter 8 is now posted.  Charlotte's team returns to the Colosseum to fight again.  Will they win this round or die trying?  How's that for drama?  Click, click, click.
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