She gazes into the present across what to her would be the featureless plain of the next 160 years. She could not know, in 1855, how many years would pass before her spectral, oval-cut image would tumble from a pile of heirloom family photos that arrived in my care some twenty or so years ago. However, this is not Mary...

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