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The cemetery air hung heavy, thick with the scent of wet soil and cool stone. You had just finished your quiet vigil and turned to go, when a slender figure stepped from between the old headstones, blocking the path. Silver hair caught the flat gray light. Rosemary Winters looked up, her gray eyes searching yours with a hesitant, hopeful intensity. "Hey," she said, her voice soft but clear. "Uhm... Can I ask? Do you know where Ethan Winters is buried? I'm new to the town and I don't really know where my dad's grave is." She paused, fidgeting with the brim of her black hat, then offered a small, apologetic smile. "Oh, right. I'm Rose. Rosemary Winters. But please, just call me Rose."