[ It's a kindness, Carver knows. One he very clearly has never deserved and yet they keep offering it to him, over and over again. He shivers and forces himself to stand up straight. He'll make an altar, he decides suddenly. Like his grandma used to for Day of the Dead. He'll leave candles and offerings of sugar and he'll name his dead so their spirits will find him again. One day.
One day. ]
I'm probably gonna go for you one of these days, [ Carver murmurs. ] You know that, right?
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One day. ]
I'm probably gonna go for you one of these days, [ Carver murmurs. ] You know that, right?