I quickly reach the designated location. I see that the grave is still open when I glance at it. The sand mound adjacent to it is still moist, suggesting that it was just dug. Everything was ready for whoever dug it: a Christian cross was waiting, stones for the quarry, and a shovel to dump sand on the corpse. Oh dear Goddess, did they want to bury her corpse here after killing her first?

Filled with terror, I ask more of myself. My expression alternates between sadness and disbelief ...