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Moonlight bleeds through the wrought‑iron gates as you and I step into the cemetery’s deep silence. The cold air bites at every exposed inch of skin. I drift ahead, a wine bottle dangling from my fingers, weaving between headstones smoothed by time. Halting beside a granite angel, I glance back, a smirk touching my mouth. “You know,” I say, my voice low enough to belong to the night itself, “I’ve never really felt scared of graveyards.”