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> > Our destination was the kind of spot, like a courthouse’s steps, where someone could give a speech.  There were two objects covered in tarps, **a man who was in a reclining position at the far end of the stairs**, and ten dead bodies arrayed in a star shape, limbs bent to mark the direction of the spiral.

> > [...]

> > “The tape’s already in the machine, you can hit play to start it,” **the man sitting at the edge of the stairs said.**

> > “Wait, Weaver, stop.  Who was that?”  Revel asked.

> > “Who?” I asked.  “What do you mean?”

> > “Look to your right.”

> > I did.  The other tarp, more corpses, **the man who was now standing at the edge of the stairs**, the little crenelation at the top of the stair’s railing, then beyond that, cabins, restaurants, hotels and motels, the rest of the town, and mountains in the background.

> Sting 26.1