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…Elena walked past Jonas. She did not touch his shoulder. She did not meet his eyes. She passed through the door into the dark October evening, and they heard her boots on the frozen ground, steady and unhurried, heading east toward the wall and the buried stones and whatever was waiting there in the field beyond the reach of lamplight. Jonas stood in the kitchen. The drawer was closed. The house was silent. Through the window he watched Elena's silhouette cross the yard and disappear into the darkness beyond the garden gate, walking toward something with the certainty of someone who has been preparing for this moment for thirty years.