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noticed the shape and size of the prison. I was always different from my chums. At

least, I think I was…it was a long time ago, and don't we always think we're different?



"So when Darak—that was his name, or at least the name he gave me—bought

me a drink, then two, then ten, I didn't turn him down. What did I care if a stranger

wanted to help me forget about the box? I was big—twenty-three years working on a

farm made for a big boy—and if he wanted to get inappropriate, I was sure I could

handle it.



"Yes, there was homosexuality in the forties. People like to pretend it's a

modern invention, which always makes me laugh. Anyway, I figured Darak wanted to

see what I had inside my drawers, but I had no intention of showing him—what men

did with other men was none of my concern. Of course, my drawers weren't what held

his interest at all.



"I'd been supremely confident I could toss Darak through a window if I needed

to, which just goes to show I was something of a naïve moron when I was a boy. Darak

took what he needed from me, and never mind pretty words or even asking permission.

He stopped my heart and left me on a filthy floor to breathe my last. The last thing I

remember was a rat scampering across my face, how the tail felt, dragging across my

mouth.



"I woke up two nights later. It was dark and close, but in a stroke of luck I

hadn't been buried yet. I didn't know it then, but the town's only mill had blown up,
and there were forty bodies to be interred. Plus they'd cornered Darak and set him on