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Here a quick review, of the first part of the story with links listed under the review. If you are already following the series skip over the review.
Victoria is standing in a trance-like state staring at her husband’s mausoleum as two women nearby look on. She leaves as the cemetery chills her to her bones. Once home she writes in her journal…”I will be waiting for you just as you instructed me.”
In this part, Victoria is angry and goes to see the funeral director making sure her husband’s body is in the mausoleum.
She has thought out a way to get them to let her look when she finds this fact: “Unless there is ventilation in a crypt, the body can explode, leading to a leaking situation, creating a stench - as many cemetery workers can attest to.”
Once back home there is a knock at her door and she tells them to go away and that she knows they have been following her.
Finally, we meet Darius, who lives near the cemetery he looks old and his body is growing rigid. He has a condition that he has seen in others. The only thing that will help is the use of the orb. He will have to use his knowledge and training to help himself. This part ends with him saying, “So her name is Victoria. She needs my help and she doesn’t know it yet.”
Now for the story…
Part 4 - The Mausoleum
Darius reaches over to a tray next to his bed and rings a tiny bell. Within minutes a tall dark man called Charles is standing next to him. “Master, you called?”
Darius replies, “Yes, it’s time to go and greet Victoria. Also bring the roses, for the mausoleum. I must search out the orb so my strength will return.”
“Enough talk Charles, bring the roses we must go.”
Victoria is still at her front door waiting for whoever is knocking to leave. Victoria places her ear to the door waiting for a reply that never comes.
There’s a thump then distant footsteps, she steps back and opens the door slightly.
In the opening, there’s the edge of a package addressed to her with no return address. She pulls the box inside and bolts the door.
The antique clock on the fireplace chimes a time she can’t ignore. Time to leave for the mausoleum and wait as instructed by her deceased husband.
The box has to wait.
A carriage is brought around for her at the appointed time. She gets in with anticipation that today will be the long- awaited day.
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