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           "Justlooksdead."

           AndSteve’smindreturnedimplacably,asiftheexchangeacrossthestreethadsomethingtodowithwhathehadseenorwhathethoughthehadseen:ThatwasLouis.

           Hestartedtomovethen,trottingupthepathtowardthewoods,leavingthefirebehindhim.Hehadworkedupagoodsweatbythetimehereachedtheedgeofthewoods,andtheshadefeltcoolandgood.Therewasthesweetaromaofpineandspruce,barkandsap.

           Onceintothewoodshebrokeintoanall-outrun,notsurewhyhewasrunning,notsurewhyhisheartwasbeatingdoubletime.Hisbreathwhistledinandout.HewasabletolengthenhisruntoasprintgoingdownhillthepathwasadmirablyclearbuthereachedthearchthatmarkedtheentrancetothePetSemataryatlittlemorethanafastwalk.Therewasahotstitchhighinhisrightside,justunderthearmpit.

           Hiseyesbarelyregisteredthecirclesofgravesthebeatentinsquares,thebitsofboardandslate.Hisgazewasfixedonthebizarresightatthefarsideofthecircularclearing.ItwasfixedonLouis,whowasclimbingadeadfall,seeminglyinoutrightdefianceofgravity.Hemountedthesteepfallstepbystep,hiseyesstraightahead,likeamanwhohasbeenmesmerizedorwhoissleepwalking.InhisarmswasthewhitethingthatStevehadseenfromthetailofhiseye.Thisclose,itsconfigurationwasundeniableitwasabody.Onefoot,cladinablackshoewithalowheel,protruded.

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