"Every child again took the hand of another, and on that most ghostly of all nights (the time when the dead do indeed walk with the living) a long chain of bodies could be seen snaking through the back part of town, past the school where many of them attended, across the Devil's Stone Bridge, out through the old iron gate of the village and down the long and winding alleyway leading past an odd clump of monkey-puzzle trees that no one remembered who...