Chapter 15 · free to read
They were not in the walls any more. They were on the floor, in daylight, where a coroner could reach them. It took the county nine days to work out what to charge anybody with.
I closed that book myself. There was one line left ruled on the page, the way there always is, and by the time I carried it to the truck something had started writing on it.
One trench under one church. This town has four cemeteries and a mill pond, and the county had already served the next permit while we were underground.
She has worn those since she was eleven years old. Minus four and a quarter in the left eye.
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