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THE salvo was quickly smothered in the gray wool of the huge sky. The crows perched on the walls did not fly up. They simply replied with scattered cries that seemed louder than the shots. They were accustomed to more than that.
The three canvases lay half sunk in the melting snow. The one around the faceless man had been tied shut. Reicke lay in the middle. The torn boot with the remnant of foot in it had been laid in its proper place. But while he was being carried across from the church it had been pushed to one side and now hung down. No one wanted to put it back in place again. It only looked all at once as if Reicke were trying to dig his way deeper into the earth.