The Gravedigger’s Tale

by Simon Clark
“Jesus!” exclaimed the electrician as he levered the back off the big one hundred cubic foot chest freezer. “What did you have to dig them back up for?”
Weathered brown, whip-lean, sixty-plus, half-Smoked cigarette behind one ear, the gravedigger grinned, displaying an uneven row of yellow chips that had once been teeth; he leaned [...]

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