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He
leaned
closer
to
the
first
cross
.
It
looked
fresh
and
bore
the
name
Stephen
--
the
n
extra
small
and
right
at
the
edge
because
the
carver
had
n't
estimated
well
how
much
room
he
'd
need
.
Stephen
,
Thomas
thought
,
feeling
an
unexpected
but
detached
sorrow
.
What
's
your
story
?
Chuck
annoy
you
to
death
?
He
stood
and
walked
over
to
another
cross
,
this
one
almost
completely
overgrown
with
weeds
,
the
ground
firm
at
its
base
.
Whoever
it
was
,
he
must
've
been
one
of
the
first
to
die
,
because
his
grave
looked
the
oldest
.
The
name
was
George
.
Thomas
looked
around
and
saw
there
were
a
dozen
or
so
other
graves
.
A
couple
of
them
appeared
to
be
just
as
fresh
as
the
first
one
he
'd
examined
.
A
silvery
glint
caught
his
attention
.
It
was
different
from
the
scuttling
beetle
that
had
led
him
to
the
forest
,
but
just
as
odd
.
He
moved
through
the
markers
until
he
got
to
a
grave
covered
with
a
sheet
of
grimy
plastic
or
glass
,
its
edges
slimed
with
filth
.
He
squinted
,
trying
to
make
out
what
was
on
the
other
side
,
then
gasped
when
it
came
into
focus
.
It
was
a
window
into
another
grave
--
one
that
had
the
dusty
remnants
of
a
rotting
body
.
Completely
creeped
out
,
Thomas
leaned
closer
to
get
a
better
look
anyway
,
curious
.
The
tomb
was
smaller
than
usual
--
only
the
top
half
of
the
deceased
person
lay
inside
.
He
remembered
Chuck
's
story
about
the
boy
who
'd
tried
to
rappel
down
the
dark
hole
of
the
Box
after
it
had
descended
,
only
to
be
cut
in
two
by
something
slicing
through
the
air
.
Words
were
etched
on
the
glass
;
Thomas
could
barely
read
them
:
Let
this
half-shank
be
a
warning
to
all
:
You
ca
n't
escape
through
the
Box
Hole
.
Thomas
felt
the
odd
urge
to
snicker
--
it
seemed
too
ridiculous
to
be
true
.
But
he
was
also
disgusted
with
himself
for
being
so
shallow
and
glib
.
Shaking
his
head
,
he
had
stepped
aside
to
read
more
names
of
the
dead
when
another
twig
broke
,
this
time
straight
in
front
of
him
,
right
behind
the
trees
on
the
other
side
of
the
graveyard
.
Then
another
snap
.
Then
another
.
Coming
closer
.
And
the
darkness
was
thick
.
