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"
No
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
You
're
looking
too
far
away
,
Paul
.
Look
to
your
left
,
where
those
two
beams
come
together
.
You
see
them
?
One
's
a
little
discolored
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
"
Shine
the
light
on
the
join
.
"
I
did
,
and
saw
what
he
wanted
me
to
see
almost
right
away
.
The
beams
had
been
pegged
together
with
dowels
,
half
a
dozen
of
them
,
and
one
was
gone
,
leaving
a
black
,
circular
hole
the
size
of
a
quarter
.
I
looked
at
it
,
then
looked
doubtfully
back
over
my
shoulder
at
Brutal
.
"
It
was
a
small
mouse
,
"
I
said
,
"
but
that
small
?
Man
,
I
do
n't
think
so
.
"
"
But
that
's
where
he
went
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
I
'm
just
as
sure
as
houses
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
how
you
can
be
.
"
"
Lean
closer
--
do
n't
worry
I
got
you
--
and
take
a
whiff
.
"
I
did
as
he
asked
,
groping
with
my
left
hand
for
one
of
the
other
beams
,
and
feeling
a
little
better
when
I
had
hold
of
it
.
The
wind
outside
gusted
again
;
air
puffed
out
of
that
hole
and
into
my
face
.
I
could
smell
the
keen
breath
of
a
winter
night
in
the
border
South
...
and
something
else
,
as
well
.
The
smell
of
peppermint
.
