A man returns to his home town after forty years. Sadly, everyone he knew seems to have died or moved away. He assumes this is true, because no one remembers the old friends he asks about.
He looks for the home where he grew up, but it’s not there. Locals tell him there’s never been a house on that lot.
He continues asking, now more urgently. He becomes suspicious. Who are all these new people?
Why, instead of joy at his return, or even indifference, do children flee at his approach as others step aside cautiously, whisper to each other?
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