Before his time

Ruby leaned over Hank’s shoulder and read the date out loud. “Nineteen sixty-eight,” she said softly. “Hank, that is over fifty years ago.” Hank nodded slowly, still holding the small newspaper scrap in his calloused hands. “That is before I was even born,” he said. “This thing has truly been buried for decades.”
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