One Hundred Years of Solitude

against the walls, they
perceived the deep cloc-cloc.
They penetrated the wall and
there were the bones in the
intact bag. They buried it the
same day in a grave without a
stone next to that of
Melquíades, and José Arcadio
Buendía returned home free
of a burden that for a moment
had weighed on his
conscience as much as the
memory of Prudencio
Aguilar. When he went