The Gravedigger Froze When a Small Voice Spoke — Then He Touched It and Jerked Back Mr. Thomas — or just Thomas, as the villagers called him — drove his shovel into the damp earth with the same tired grunt he’d made for over twenty years. Cast aside by the city long ago, he’d found a quiet life among the graves, where silence never lied and the dead asked nothing of him. Here, under the birch trees and worn headstones, Thomas didn’t have to pretend. He often muttered about young people and their