Butades

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'I live in a small town with frequent murders. Every now and again a voice comes on the phone. --Butades. A short time later, I'm on my hands and knees. I'm alone. I insist upon it: a clear space in which to work. I look up at the sky as if waiting for a sign. A bird, a cloud, the slightest hint of a breeze. Then I fall to it.' A series of murders break the dusty silence of a small rural town. Butades, the town's resident artist, is given the job of documenting the crime scenes. Without motive or suspect, and with the death count mounting, the Police Chief becomes unhinged, and events lead to a Kafkaesque impasse where no one remains free of suspicion.