“Three words, white female bones. Christina couldn’t get them out of her head. As a genealogy student at Cleveland State University, Christina Skates was sat in the dimly lit library, hunched over stacks of old cemetery records, flipping through pages filled with the dead when she came across an entry that stood out. White female bones. No name, no description, no past. Just an entry in a burial log stripped of identity with a number in place of a name. Woman 82483. She frowned. Something about it didn’t sit right.”
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