The Pensioners' Graveyard:

Favorites of the Emperors

by Penny Wilson

Nothing remained to show that the clearing had been a cemetery.  For over three-quarters of a century, trees and thick, twining vines had encroached on the graves, and the marble markers themselves – where they had not been crushed to pieces by trucks making a short-cut across the park – had long ago been stolen to mark other graves in ot…