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#horror365 - #mausoleum
The mausoleum lay in the garden. Carved, worn and mossy. Leaning, as though dropped and left. The earth reclaiming the bracken covered house of the dead. Susan lay within, his wife of half a century, beside forgotten generations. Susan wasn't there, Warren knew. Not any more. He couldn't let go. His home the same - damp and subsiding. He too soon to leave. The children had gone. But they couldn't let go. He, in his tomb soon forgotten.