[It was clearly her name, irises laying across the base of the stone marker, death date weathered and illegible. She was very much alive, heart beating in her chest, blood flowing in her veins - there was no way she was dead. Dahlia takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she glances toward the other young woman.]
Maybe this is a terrible joke. [Though the amount of effort for a distasteful joke made that unlikely.
She glances behind the young woman, and she immediately looks relieved.]
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[It was clearly her name, irises laying across the base of the stone marker, death date weathered and illegible. She was very much alive, heart beating in her chest, blood flowing in her veins - there was no way she was dead. Dahlia takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she glances toward the other young woman.]
Maybe this is a terrible joke. [Though the amount of effort for a distasteful joke made that unlikely.
She glances behind the young woman, and she immediately looks relieved.]
Oh! I think I see the exit!