Omens

There was something going on here. There were too many odd things going on in my life, all of them since the accident. Patterns and signs. I wondered if someone was playing around with me, trying to put the frighteners on me for some imagined insult. Maybe it was just someone in the village who didn’t like the idea of a stranger burying bad secrets, poking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

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