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Wasn’t six feet—wasn’t even four, but it was done.
The others were waiting, were gathered around the impossible grave without the pretension of
lanterns and such. Joel jumped in and looked around, hands on hips, kicking the walls.
“Deep enough for me.”
They grabbed his arms and pulled him out before his imagination could take hold and unleash
horrid scenes that would pull at his eyelids during the night. But it was done.


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