Grayridge Historical Society — October 13th, 11:05 a.m. The Grayridge Historical Society sat at the edge of town like a forgotten church—its steeple gone, but the hush still lingering in the air. Claudia parked around the side, beneath the sagging branches of an ash tree, and slipped through the rear gate. Naomi was already waiting. She stood in the back garden near a row of weather-stained gravestones