Prologue
Terry Roach died for the first time during the summer of 1993, though no one seemed to notice. Everyone just kept plodding along the way they always did, as if nothing had happened.
No one really talks about it, maybe no one’s really noticed, but the fact is, if you’re born in Bundleton, there’s a good chance you’ll be leaving there in a coffin. It’s not a dangerous place, it’s not hard to leave, people just tend not to, not for long anyway. Some make a brief escape but something always brings them back. If it weren’t for the fact that the nearest cemetery is two towns over, most people would never leave at all. Bundleton is the kind of place where a man can disappear. It’s an anonymous place full of anonymous people. Nobody interesting ever came from there, nobody interesting ever goes there, it just exists, pleasant enough that people born there rarely leave but boring enough that outsiders rarely stay.
Bundleton is where Terry Roach was born and Bundleton is where Terry Roach died, both times.
