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           Louislookedatitforamomentandthenstruckoffinadifferentdirection.

           Thistimehemovedawayfromthegate,walkingalongthewrought-ironfenceuntilitturnedawayfromMasonStreetataneatrightangle.Therewasadrainageditchhere,andLouislookedintoit.Whathesawmadehimshudder.Thereweremassesofrottingflowershere,layeruponlayerofthem,washeddownbyseasonsofrainandsnow.

           Christ.

           No,notChrist.TheseleavingsweremadeinpropitiationofamucholderGodthantheChristianone.PeoplehavecalledHimdifferentthingsatdifferenttimes,butRachel’ssistergaveHimaperfectlygoodname,Ithink:OztheGweatandTewwible,Godofdeadthingsleftintheground,Godofrottingflowersindrainageditches,GodoftheMystery.

           Louisstareddownintotheditchasifhypnotized.Atlasthedraggedhisgazeawaywithalittlegaspthegaspofonewhohascometo,orwhohasbeencalledfromamesmerist’strancebythefinalnumberinacountoften.

           Hewenton.Hehadn’twalkedfarbeforehefoundwhathewaslookingfor,andhesuspectedthathismindhadneatlystoredthisbitofinformationonthedayofGage’sburial.

           Here,loominginthewindydark,wasthecemetery’scrypt.

           Coffinswerestoredthereinthewinterwhenitwastoocoldforeventhepayloaderstodiginthefrozenearth.Itwasalsousedwhentherewasarushofbusiness.

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