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Huddled in his sleeping bag, Kurt shifted closer to his camping stove, wanting to get a little warmer. His new hiding place was no warmer than the one he had been forced to flee, it did, however, have the advantage of being less remote, and of having something that an optimistic person might call a view.
A graveyard was not everyone’s cup of tea when it came to something to see, but it didn’t bother him; just then he wouldn’t have cared if his view was of open graves and decomposing bodies.
Finding the old groundskeeper’s cottage was still empty, not only empty but almost overgrown, was a godsend. He had expected to find that the house had been knocked down, either to be replaced by something newer, or for the land to be used for graves; that was not the case, however, which was his
