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OU want to know why I took the job at the cemetery, Judge? I took it for two reasons: I was hungry, and I was cold.

Picture a man with a summer suit on, a man who had walked sixty kilometers, from a town where he had been unable to find any sort of work, to a town that was his last hope. Imagine him living on frozen carrots smelling of manure and hard green apples picked up off the ground in an abandoned orchard. Imagine him soaked in an October rain, numb from the gusts of north wind, and you will have an idea of the sort of fellow I was when I got into the suburbs of that horrible town.

I sneaked into the first building I came to. It happened to be the Tavern of the Two Plovers. The kind-hearted innkeeper gave me a cup of hot coffee, a slice of bread and a pickled herring, and