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Tools
in
the
sling
.
Gage
in
his
arms
.
He
looped
the
sling
over
his
back
,
then
opened
the
passenger
door
of
the
Civic
,
pulling
the
bundle
out
.
Gage
was
much
heavier
than
Church
had
been
.
He
might
well
be
crawling
by
the
time
he
got
his
boy
up
to
the
Micmac
burying
ground
--
and
he
would
still
have
the
grave
to
dig
,
fighting
his
way
through
that
stony
,
unforgiving
soil
.
Well
,
he
would
manage
.
Somehow
.
Louis
Creed
stepped
out
of
his
garage
,
pausing
to
thumb
off
the
light
switch
with
his
elbow
,
and
stood
for
a
moment
at
the
place
where
asphalt
gave
way
to
grass
.
Ahead
of
him
he
could
see
the
path
leading
to
the
Pet
Sematary
well
enough
in
spite
of
the
blackness
;
the
path
,
with
its
short
grass
,
glowed
with
a
kind
of
luminescence
.
The
wind
pushed
and
pulled
its
fingers
through
his
hair
,
and
for
a
moment
the
old
,
childlike
fear
of
the
dark
rushed
through
him
,
making
him
feel
weak
and
small
and
terrorized
.
Was
he
really
going
into
the
woods
with
this
corpse
in
his
arms
,
passing
under
the
trees
where
the
wind
walked
,
from
darkness
into
darkness
?
And
alone
this
time
?
Do
n't
think
about
it
.
Just
do
it
.
Louis
got
walking
.
By
the
time
he
got
to
the
Pet
Sematary
twenty
minutes
later
,
his
arms
and
legs
were
trembling
with
exhaustion
,
and
he
collapsed
with
the
rolled-up
tarpaulin
across
his
knees
gasping
.
He
rested
there
for
another
twenty
minutes
,
almost
dozing
,
no
longer
fearful
--
exhaustion
had
driven
fear
out
,
it
seemed
.
Finally
,
he
got
to
his
feet
again
,
not
really
believing
he
could
climb
the
deadfall
,
only
knowing
in
some
numb
sort
of
way
that
he
must
try
.
The
bundle
in
his
arms
seemed
to
weigh
two
hundred
pounds
instead
of
forty
.
But
what
had
happened
before
happened
again
;
it
was
like
suddenly
,
vividly
remembering
a
dream
.
No
,
not
remembering
;
reliving
.
When
he
placed
his
foot
on
the
first
dead
treetrunk
,
that
queer
sensation
rushed
through
him
again
,
a
feeling
that
was
almost
exultation
.
The
weariness
did
not
leave
him
,
but
it
became
bearable
--
unimportant
,
really
.
