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           Thegrave’sshapewaswelldefined,thedirthewasthrowingoutsofterthantheearthattheverge.Hismindmadeakindofautomaticcomparisonbetweentheeaseofthisdigandtherocky,unforgivinggroundoftheplacewhere,ifallwentwell,hewouldbereburyinghissonlateronthisnight.Uptherehewouldneedthepick.Thenhetriedtostopthinkingaltogether.Itonlygotintheway.

           Hethrewthedirtonthegroundtotheleftofthegrave,workingintoasteadyrhythmthatonlybecamemoredifficulttomaintainastheholedeepened.Hesteppedintothegrave,smellingthatdankaromaoffreshdirt,asmellherememberedfromhissummerswithUncleCarl.

           Digger,hethoughtandstoppedtowipesweatfromhisbrow.UncleCarlhadtoldhimthatwasthenicknameforeverygraveyardsextoninAmerica.TheirfriendscalledthemDigger.

           Hestartedinagain.

           Hestoppedonlyoncemore,andthatwastocheckhiswatch.Itwastwentyminutespasttwelve.Hefelttimeslippingthroughhisfistlikesomethingthathadbeengreased.

           Fortyminuteslater,thespadegrittedacrosssomething,andLouis’steethcamedownonhisupperliphardenoughtobringblood.Hegottheflashlightandshoneitdown.Herewasmorethandirt,andscrawledacrossitinadiagonalslash,agrayish-silverline.Itwasthetopofthegraveliner.

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