from Train Dreams: A Novella by Denis Johnson:
He climbed to their cabin site and saw no hint, no sign at all of his former life, only a patch of dark ground surrounded by the black spikes of spruce. The cabin was cinders, burned so completely that its ashes were mixed in with a common layer all about and then been tamped down by the snows and washed and dissolved by the thaw.

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