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You never connected any of it with what happened thirty-one years ago. When the dig started, when the bones were uncovered, when they turned out to be much more recent than the 1200-odd years everyone expected. That was history. You only remembered Kester alive. Until the news came: 'the police are treating this as a murder case'. Then you knew. After all that time, you finally knew what had happened to him.

At first it seems that this doesn't change much at all. You are confident that the shock you feel isn't visible in your face, or no more than appropriate for the situation. You just go on. After all, Kester is no less gone now than he was then. But you are starting to feel uneasy. It is strange and discomfiting to hear people talk about him again. To hear them express their grief and bewilderment and ghoulish excitement, all nearer the surface than they would have been when you were young. And then, inevitably, comes the question, spoken or unspoken: who did it? And you know that, whether you want to or not, you must go back, back to Abbey Hill in 1983, back to you and Kester and the evening you saw him last. Back to your own grief.