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GRAVEL

36.  My friend David Daniels left me a message before he died, simply "Richard" scrawled on a yellow tear of paper left as a bookmark. On that page of The Gates of Paradise I found a poem, a secret, and a way. I haven't written here in a few months and can see why. People have been jerking me around. Now, thanks to David, I've found the secret hollow in the wall and the way through, simple enough. Looking around, I see boxes of books in my apartment, so I must be moving.