The experiment went well, and my sister died at 2 a.m. on May 4th.
In the following months, I monitored her progress closely.
She returned home a year later.
We celebrated with fish apples, and brandy cider.
In the evening, we took a walk.
She was eager to visit her grave.
While sitting beneath the grand yew tree, the fading light caught the side of her face.
I knew by the look in her eyes that I would have to carry out further experiments.
We walked back home through the woods.
The following hours were spent in silence.
Suddenly, she spoke the words I had dreaded to hear.
In a soft, monotone whisper, she said:
“Where is my other grave?”