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He thought that he knew exactly where it was, but places look so different in the dark. It had been a long time since he'd been there and three years is more than enough time to forget those tiny but vital details. It didn't help that his memory had not been quite right since the accident.
Climbing in was easy enough, especially as he had grown a lot stronger since he was last here. Even carrying the spade had not slowed him down and he didn't hear any alarms as he jumped down from the fence. It would have been easier with some moonlight, but at least the pitch-black darkness meant that it was unlikely that anyone would see him run across the lawns.
Behind the house the sheds had been removed leaving only a brick footprint to show where they had once stood. Their absence confused him momentarily and he stood in the icy darkness with his breath pluming around him. Then it came back to him in sharp detail; that last night, the noise, the blood, the night that everything changed forever. He knew what to do. He ran to the yew trees where the path wound its way down to the lake, and he started to dig.
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