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promise.”
The next night, Greenwood Cemetery was a country of stones.
Fog rolled up from the harbor and drifted between obelisks and tilted marble crosses. The Duca mausoleum stood at the end of Cypress Avenue like a small Greek temple, its iron door opened for the first time in eleven years.
A black mahogany casket sat on trestles before it.
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