It takes her six months to track it down on ebay and it’s ridiculously over-priced. Souvenirs from a town that ceased to exist a decade ago? Prime material for the ghoulish.
She eases it out of the protective wrapping and closes her eyes for a moment before she turns the first page.
Faces. Ambered into eternity, young and hopeful. Her finger traces photographs of those who died at graduation, those she saved from hellbeasts, vampires and demons. She lingers too long on some pages and the tears well and spill.
The yearbook is missing her photograph but it doesn’t matter.
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