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So it was whispered in the confessional and pardoned. It was whispered through tears in the darkness and offered up, until the words lost meaning,
and there was no one left to tell, no one left to listen.
The old man died and the new owner refused to let anyone on the property, refused to let anyone dig up the floor, refused to believe.
So much hope in denial that nothing happened. Somewhere three boys
wandered free together as friends that they were, following adventure.
Somewhere a young girl scraped her knees and ripped her dress falling from a tree.

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    D.M. almost 8 years ago

    The burdens some people carry! Thanks for your kind comments. Read about this on-line today. According to the woman, her father killed three boys in 1955,
    after one witnessed her father abusing her. The boys were never reported missing and he buried them in the barn.

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    Jim M almost 8 years ago

    This is grim and tragic in the way that only real life can be. Great drabble

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    D.M. almost 8 years ago

    Thank you both. Today I read that the police dug up a boulder in that spot...

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