Chapter 92

• As we pushed our way through the ancient graveyard, snow continued to fall around us. The white made it difficult to see where we were going, but I could see a faint set of two tracks, one belonging to Casper and the other to Luc, in the snow.
• We followed the tracks for a while, but as the snowfall increased, each set of tracks was quickly covered up. We were soon perplexed as to which way to go in the disorienting white. The rows of snow-covered headstones all appeared to be the same. It was impossible to tell which way we were going.
• Jacques stayed close to me, scanning each section of the cemetery we passed through. We had to have been the only people in the cemetery, but there was something off about it that I couldn't place.