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The Returned: A Novel
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The Returned: A Novel By Seth Patrick


The Returned: A Novel
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The Returned: A Novel
 By Seth Patrick

  • Sales Rank: #791221 in Books
  • Published on: 2015-04-07
  • Released on: 2015-04-07
  • Original language: English
  • Number of items: 1
  • Dimensions: 8.04" h x 1.11" w x 6.41" l, .0 pounds
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 448 pages

About the Author
SETH PATRICK was born in Northern Ireland. An Oxford mathematics graduate, he spent thirteen years working in an award-winning games company before becoming a full-time author. He lives in England with his wife and two children. He has written three novels: "Reviver"; "The Returned" (the novelization of the International Emmy Award winning TV series); and "Lost Souls" (Part 2 of the Reviver trilogy).

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2

Anton Chabou stood on the dam and watched the still water. The first time he'd seen the lake, eleven months before, low clouds had flowed slowly down the valley to cover the water's surface. They had rolled onward, over the top of the dam, like the ghost of a waterfall, heading for the town below.

Now, an hour after the sun had gone down, the air was clear. The lake's surface was like black glass. Behind him, occasional cars drove by. The dam acted as a bridge for all but the heaviest vehicles, the fastest route out of town for those heading north and prepared to make the climb up the steep valley-side roads. He'd even seen a young woman crossing on foot earlier, shortly before he'd left the control room. It was a rare sight. Most people who wanted to savor the view came by car.

His phone was in his hand. He didn't want to make the call, but he knew it had to be done, even if he was the new guy. Eric, his partner for the shift, had been on the job for ten years, and Eric had shaken his head, muttering, wanting nothing to do with it.

"Wait until the shift change," Eric had said. "Act like we just noticed it, and let them make the call." Then Eric had sat in the control room, storm faced, refusing to discuss it further.

Anton had already made the preliminary checks required of him, before raising it with Eric. A remote visual examination of the abutments showed no sign of seepage, and the flow measurements seemed correct. Getting a better idea of the current water intake would be necessary, but even if every source of water into the reservoir had done the impossible and conspired to stop, they simply weren't taking enough water out to result in the fall he'd seen since coming to work that morning.

The lake was emptying, and he had no idea how.

As the senior engineer on the shift, Eric's advice to wait almost amounted to a command, but it was advice Anton knew he would have to ignore. He had spent the next hour satisfying himself that nothing obvious was wrong. That meant taking the central maintenance shaft down to the upper and lower inspection galleries.

Gallery, he'd always thought, was an odd word for what was really just a cramped, gray, circular tunnel running through the structure of the dam, sickly lighting strung along one side and barely enough room to stand. He had to keep his head down to avoid constantly scraping his hard hat on the cold concrete above.

By the time he'd walked the upper gallery, his neck was aching and his mood was sour. But he'd bitten his lip and gone down, down, to the lower gallery. In theory, the lower was indistinguishable from the upper. The same restricted space, the same weak lighting. The same cold gray. But every time he went down there, it made him claustrophobic in a way the upper gallery never did. He was somehow vividly conscious of the weight of the water above him; reaching the end of the tunnel and turning back, he always had the same image flash in his mind of dark water rushing toward him, icy and vengeful.

His impromptu inspection revealed no problems. The next stage would be to log the measurements on each of the ninety expansion strips throughout the galleries and compare them with the last recorded values, normally a weekly chore that took up most of the shift of whoever drew the short straw. He would go down again and make a start on it, once he'd had a break from the confinement and a little fresh air.

Once he'd made the call.

And so he was back at the top of the dam, phone in hand. He hunted for the number he'd been given almost a year before, when he'd first taken the job. The breeze picked up, suddenly bitter, but he preferred the dry sharpness to the damp chill of the tunnels below, a chill that got deep into your bones and was hard to get rid of.

He dialed.

"Yes?" said a man's voice.

"This is Anton Chabou, sir. The water level is dropping. We can't account for it."

For a moment, the voice stayed silent. Then: "You're sure?"

Anton was about to give a typical engineer's response: explain the possibilities that remained, explain the procedures they would follow to fully assess the integrity of the dam. But the voice knew all of that. All he wanted from Anton was a single word. Yes or no.

"Yes," Anton said.

"I'll be there within two hours."

"There's a chance it could just be..." Anton started, but the man had already hung up.

Anton put his phone in his pocket, readying himself to go back down to the galleries and begin taking measurements. Feeling cold, he stamped his feet and moved around, trying to rid himself of the chill in his bones. It made little difference.

He stared out across the lake and thought about what lay underneath. He thought about what he'd been told officially when he took the job and about what he'd heard in the months since-rumors, inconsistent, conflicting. He thought about what he believed.

Shivering, he started to descend.

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