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Paul couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had never done anything like this in his life. Never done anything illegal beyond normal traffic violations and the occasional fudge on his tax returns, which could easily be rationalized as an everybody does it. Now, he was breaking and entering. everybody does itAnd bringing a high school teacher with him. They had sat in the car and waited out two more passes of large, bearded men dressed in black. As far as Paul could tell, there were at least two different men, and nearly fifteen minutes between each pass. Paul and Shannon had moved the instant the latest raven had disappeared around the corner. Walking down the main street of Ely, Paul felt as though every single light was spotted in his direction, like a big stage where only darkness su