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VI

WEDNESDAY

The dark descended over the game trails Clem had told him to follow, and the hard scarring of stars and moonlight slowly erased the last hints of daylight so that the shadows fell in grainy showers like soot crumbling from a chimney flue, and the night thickened gradually until there was no sound but that of his boots as they swept through the dry tinder of leaves and fallen hickory limbs.

Beam waited until full evening before clicking on the Maglite his father had given him. He knew it was unwise to travel with a light, as the glare could direct any search party or snooping stranger to him, but he was a bit fearful of the dark and of traveling through it.