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That was just what it was: a bookcase that was a door that led to a place where absolutely nothing happened-it was simply a place to hide. REMEMBER THAT: YOU LET ME DIE. At Gravesend Academy, Dan was sure, the brute-stupid influence of Owen's parents would be washed clean away-as cleanly as the ocean at Little Boar's Head could wash the quarry dust from Owen's body. Long before Dan Needham's armadillo changed Owen's and my life, a game that Owen enjoyed at Front Street involved dressing and undressing my mother's dummy.

She should do nothing? the Rev. That really is all he knows! I thought. It's just a cobweb, Owen, I remember telling him. He was a tall, thin, lugubrious presence; a sourness radiated from him-dogs not only refrained from bit