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The dirt under his fingernails was not LA dirt. It was the dirt from two hours outside the city, where the cemetery sat on a hill that had once been orange groves and was now just dry earth and rusted wire fences. The dirt had gotten into him—not just under the nails but in the cuts on his knuckles, in the tear at his left elbow where the coffin splinter had opened him, in the scratch across...

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