The intricate iron gate swung open, stirring the thick fog. The gloom threatened to swallow me whole, and in some ways I hoped it would. I walked along the cobblestone path, heading towards the towering mauseleom in the center of the graveyard, listening to the winter wind whip through the bare trees.

I used to feel uneasy among cemeteries. I felt uncomfortable walking above the dead. I hated t...