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           Elmo’sfire,butaftersteppingoverhalfadozentussocks,helookeddownandsawthathisfeet,calves,knees,andlowerthighshaddisappearedintoagroundfogthatwasperfectlysmooth,perfectlywhite,andperfectlyopaque.Itwaslikemovingthroughtheworld’slightestdriftofsnow.

           Theairseemedtohaveaqualityoflightinitnow,anditwaswarmer,hecouldhaveswornit.HecouldseeJudbeforehim,movingsteadilyalong,thebluntendofthepickhookedoverhisshoulder.Thepickenhancedtheillusionofamanintentonburyingtreasure.

           Thatcrazysenseofexhilarationpersisted,andhesuddenlywonderedifmaybeRachelwastryingtocallhim;if,backinthehouse,thephonewasringingandringing,makingitsrational,prosaicsound.If

           HealmostwalkedintoJud’sbackagain.Theoldmanhadstoppedinthemiddleofthepath.Hisheadwascockedtooneside.Hismouthwaspursedandtense.

           "Jud?What’s"

           "Shhh!"

           Louishushed,lookingarounduneasily.Herethegroundmistwasthinner,buthestillcouldn’tseehisownshoes.Thenheheardcracklingunderbrushandbreakingbranches.Somethingwasmovingouttheresomethingbig.

           HeopenedhismouthtoaskJudifitwasamoose(bearwasthethoughtthatactuallycrossedhismind),andthenhecloseditagain.Thesoundcarries,Judhadsaid.

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