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Afterward—after the incident and the investigation following; after the shock, but not the guilt and sorrow; after he’d grown accustomed to the dreams, their portents and intimations; after he had embarked upon the strange half-life that he would live hereafter—after all that and more, Ezra drove down to the station, chasing his headlights into the night as it billowed down like a shroud over the narrow roads and fields patchy with snow and winter rye. He hadn’t been there in months, and he came late today, uncertain why he’d come at all or what he hoped to accomplish, looking for