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Mother
raised
her
voice
into
the
dark
.
"
Doug
!
Douglas
!
"
Suddenly
both
of
them
realized
something
was
wrong
.
The
crickets
had
stopped
chirping
.
Silence
was
complete
.
Never
in
his
life
a
silence
like
this
one
.
One
so
utterly
complete
.
Why
should
the
crickets
cease
?
Why
?
What
reason
?
They
’
d
never
stopped
ever
before
.
Not
ever
.
Unless
.
Unless
—
Something
was
going
to
happen
.
It
was
as
if
the
whole
ravine
was
tensing
,
bunching
together
its
black
fibers
,
drawing
in
power
from
sleeping
countrysides
all
about
,
for
miles
and
miles
.
From
dew
-
sodden
forest
and
dells
and
rolling
hills
where
dogs
tilted
heads
to
moons
,
from
all
around
the
great
silence
was
sucked
into
one
center
,
and
they
were
the
core
of
it
.
In
ten
seconds
now
,
something
would
happen
,
something
would
happen
.
The
crickets
kept
their
truce
,
the
stars
were
so
low
he
could
almost
brush
the
tinsel
.
There
were
swarms
of
them
,
hot
and
sharp
.
Growing
,
growing
,
the
silence
.
Growing
,
growing
,
the
tenseness
.
Oh
,
it
was
so
dark
,
so
far
away
from
everything
.
Oh
,
God
!
And
then
,
way
way
off
across
the
ravine
:
