Would you continue to read this? This is the opening paragraph of a series I'm writing and I'm wondering if it would be read if I tried to get it published.
She ran. She ran from the shadow that seemed to be always in front of her. No matter what. No matter what she did. Turning left and right. Trying to lose the shadow, but how can you lose the thing that you can't see? As she stumbled into a deserted graveyard the moon casted a reflection over the graves. She jumped. Missing a grave by an inch but then cut off by the shadow. Turning again and running in another direction to then fall in front of a grave. She stared at it. Not believing what she saw. The grave read 'RIP Sabastian Cedric Dallin son of Cedric Dallin Born 14th June 1856 Died 24th October 1874'. She screamed. "So you've found my grave."
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