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hook her head tentativelytwicethree times. Then she breathed deeply. “There's
really not much more. The smell of soil. A shovel. Night. Birds chirping. That's about it. He
strangled that girl to deathloaded her off somewhere in that carand buried her. That's all.
But—and this is the truly strange part—the whole thing didn't seem vicious or horrible or
anything. It didn't even seem like a crime. It was more like a ceremony. It was a quiet thing
bet [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n the killer and the victim. But a very strange quiet. Like it was out on the edge of the
earth or something.”
I closed my eyes. My thoughts wouldn't go anywhere. Objects and events in my head
were disintegratingflying like shrapnel through the dark. I didn't believe what Yuki was saying;
I didn't disbelieve what Yuki was saying. I let her words sink in. They weren't fact. They were
possibility. Nothing morenothing lessbut the force of the possibility was shattering.
Any semblance of order I had come to know over the last few months was shot. Diffuse
uncertainbut it was orderand it had taken hold. No more.
The possibility exists. And in the moment that I admitted thatsomething came to an
end. Ever subtlyyet decisivelyit was over. But what? I couldn't