The Danger Is Still Present, in Your Time, as It Was in Ours
They watched the kid dig with manic intensity. The pile of dirt next to him had grown to maybe half his height. Some of the soil would tumble back into the hole with every frantic shovelful. The kid didn't care.
The Gates of Morbach
Chains and ropes creaked on the other side of the great gate. Beyond, Grade could hear the sounds of life and livestock, mingling with the rain. He could hear the squawk of poultry, and the sound of children laughing and splashing through puddles.