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never seen anything like it. It looked for all the world like
it had been carefully lowered from the sky.
    “That night,” he said,
“when I first saw it, you know, I didn’t know what the fuck I was
looking at, but I’m standing here maybe 20 seconds, 30 seconds, not
long, I start to feel this, this feeling of peace . I start to feel
calm—something’s calming me down. I don’t know, but it was like I’d
dropped a drug. It was like something was opening up in my
bloodstream and calming me down. I didn’t know what was
happening—and after all the shit that’d gone down, shit, anything was
possible—but something was happening. Something got me down deep,
and the longer I stood here the deeper it took me. I think it
was—how can I put this?—I think it was bliss . You know, follow your fucking
bliss? Only there was nothing to follow here. This was it .”
    We moved closer to the
boulder, walking around it, taking the whole thing in.
    “Every time I come out
here,” he said, “same thing. There’s something about this rock,
this place. You know, you go back again, you look at the history of
this area, the Algonquins believed there were sacred sites in the
woods. They believed there were certain places where the powers of
the earth all focused and came together. I think this is one of
those places. I think there’s a kind of ancientry here, you know?
There’s a force here that flows from some ancient source. Can you
feel it?”
    Funny thing was, I could.
I could feel a definite pull on my mind, a soft, hypnotic tugging.
He was right—there almost was a drug feel to it, almost like some
geomagnetic opiate was being carried through the air.
    “What is this thing?”
    “It’s what you call
a dolmen ,” said
Wooly. “What it is, actually, was a tomb. They’ve been found in the
British Isles—Ireland, Scotland, the like. Also in parts of Asia
and the Middle East. The space under there, between the capstone
and the base stones? That’s where the bodies were kept.”
    I kept looking at the
precise, the almost mathematical way the boulder was perched on those smaller
stones. It looked like an elephant with a dozen stumps for
legs.
    “How did it get up
there?”
    “Well, that’s the
question. First I was thinking it was from the glaciers, the
glaciers that formed the whole of Long Island. They carried the
rock along from wherever, and once they melted, the rock just
happened to be left resting on the base stones.”
    “Sounds
reasonable.”
    “Sure it does, except for
one thing.”
    He moved a few feet and
pointed to a pair of base stones.
    “You see there? One winter
I noticed the sun falling directly between these two stones.
Happened only for a day. And the day happened to be December 21,
the winter solstice, the sun at its lowest point. Same thing with
these two stones over here. On June 21, on the fucking summer
solstice? The light’ll fall straight between them.”
    “So no
coincidence?”
    “Not to me. To me, these
stones were placed here in a careful, planned-out arrangement, like
for a ritual or something. Now don’t ask me how they got the
capstone up there—I haven’t the slightest. But you take the
placement of the base stones and add in everything that goes on
here, it proves this was a sacred site. Other people felt the power
of this place. It means I’m not alone.”
    I looked around. The woods
were silent now, and the bushes seemed to be trembling with light,
like a curtain blowing in the sun. I didn’t feel like I was
dreaming—it was more like life was dreaming me. My feet were on the
ground but my body was floating free, released from time, and this
day could’ve been a day from three years ago or a day from three
years ahead.
     
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CHAPTER 2
    IT’S LIKE THE BIG BANG
NEVER HAPPENED
    >>FRIDAY JUNE 15 (6
days to go)
     
    FRIDAY JUNE 15, 10
a.m.
    SIGHT SO SHARP IT WAS
BURNING THE AIR
    I found a room in town, at
the Hidden Lake Hotel. They told