There were too many kills, too many unsolved files in too many cabinets. None saw, though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his voice. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely.
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