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Panic ensued. Several men rushed to the gravediggers with questions, someone called the police. The daughter-in-law, pale, dropped her purse. The mother, breathing heavily, stood over the broken coffin, gripping the axe so tightly her knuckles went white.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I told you, \u2014 she said quietly but clearly \u2014 my son is not here.<\/p>\n
At that moment, a thin man in a cemetery guard uniform pushed through the crowd. He hesitated, then gathered courage:<\/p>\n
\u2014 The body\u2026 was taken. At night. Two people came\u2026 showed documents\u2026 said it was being transported to another city\u2019s morgue for a re-examination. I\u2026 I didn\u2019t know it was like this\u2026<\/p>\n
These words pierced everyone like a cold wind. Where could they have taken the body? Who were these people?<\/p>\n
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The police arrived quickly, witness questioning began. But the worst was revealed a little later: the morgue log had no record of the transport.<\/p>\n
Instead of the son\u2019s name, it said \u201cdisposal\u2014error in documents.\u201d This meant someone had deliberately erased all traces of his existence after death\u2026 or staged the death itself.<\/p>\n
The mother sat on a bench, holding a piece of the coffin lid in her hands. In her eyes was not despair, but determination. She knew: if he is alive\u2014she will find him. If he is gone\u2014she will find those who denied him even peace in the grave.<\/p>\n