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The convulsions ceased and his body calmed down.
Wrapped in a thick blanket, he was placed back in bed.
Suddenly, a piercing scream escaped his mouth as he tried to speak.
-Help,’ he managed to say before his head fell limp.
His parents watched in an embrace as his siblings cleaned up the mess.
The eldest picked something up and buried it unceremoniously in the garden.
They had not consulted him, but despair had driven them to it.
They called the usual doctor:
-He is dead. If you want to see him, hurry before the undertaker arrives.
In their eyes, relief mingled with guilt. What dark secret were they hiding? The truth lay buried in the garden, waiting to be discovered.
