Rows of old tent-shaped graves stand in uneven lines across a Tennessee hillside, the Stamps family headstone visible among them in soft afternoon light.

The veil won’t part, but it might tremble — just enough to remind us that love, faith, and superstition are all the same kind of stubborn.

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