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"Every child needs to experience the final loss, Carter.  That's why you're here."  Grandpa Henry's barn was dark in the corners, a single, bare bulb swinging from its cord near the door made the shadows grow and shrink.  Carter shivered in the clothes he threw on over his pajamas when his grandfather woke him.  There was a small noise somewhere in the dark.  "Come on, boy.  You've got to watch."  Carter pressed backwards, against his grandfather's large hand, but there would be no resisting his strong, farmer's push.