William Beard Phantom Crane

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which would have been a totally useless spade for anyone with un-zombie-like strength.
Turning on to his stomach, tucking the earth around him with his impromptu spade and ramming it back with his feet, Windle wood. There’s a notice pinned to it. The sun has faded the letters, but they are still readable. Picture a shadow, falling across the notice. You can almost hear it reading both the words.
There’s a track leading off the road, towards a small group of bleached buildings.
Picture dragging footsteps.
Picture a door, open.
Picture a cool, dark room, glimpsed through the open Poons dug his way towards a fresh start.Picture a landscape, a plain with rolling curves.It’s late summer in the octarine grass country below the towering peaks of colours are umber and gold. Heat sears the landscape. Grasshoppers sizzle, as in a frying pan. Even the air is too hot to move. It’s the hottest summer in living memory and, - in these parts, that’s a long, long time. Picture a figure on horseback, moving slowly along a road that’s an inch deep in dust between fields of corn that already promise an unusually rich harvest.Picture a fence of baked, dead