Read this: The dead disappear into the muddled minds of old caretakers, in a graveyard where roses rust.
The funeral flowers are made from tin so they can be used again and again. Vilason Dorvilier wanders the cemetery searching for his father, but there have been so many dead since September the caretakers can't remember where they put them all.
"The ground is full," one old caretaker said.
Crypts rise from the old graves, four to eight caskets high. Dorvilier steps to the top of one and climbs the cross, hoping he can find his father's crypt from there. But all he sees is his future.
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