Barbara Chalmers is gingerly picking her way across the uneven floor of her pitch-black basement, searching for her coffin.
Light from the lantern she is swinging falls upon a rectangular shape in the corner. She drags the coffin across the windowless room with surprising ease. Closer inspection reveals that it is made of sturdy cardboard. Emblazoned with a colourful motif, she designed it herself and in it she intends to make her final journey.
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