In Arlington National Cemetery there is a tomb that almost no one mentions, but that all the guards know. It has no flowers. It does not receive visitors. There are no fresh crosses or farewell notes. Just silence. A silence so heavy that it seems to notice something. Because, they say, getting too close... could cost you your life. Richard Leroy McKinley rests there. A name that has been erased from public memory, but that is still alive in the whispers of those who patrol at night. His body, they say, still holds enough energy to kill. McKinley died in 1961, during the SL-1 nuclear accident, an episode so strange and chilling that even experts avoid mentioning it. The explosion was minimal. Just a flash. But in seconds, three men were lying between the reactor's machinery. When the rescuers entered, their clocks stopped: the radiation was so intense that time itself seemed to collapse. No one could understand what had happened. They only knew one thing: they had to take out the bodies before the place devoured them too. McKinley's body was unrecognizable. They couldn't touch it, not even with gloves or special tweezers. It was as if it radiated an invisible fury. The engineers had to design a coffin that had never existed: layers of lead, cotton, plastic, metal... each a desperate attempt to contain what could no longer be contained. They eventually buried him in Arlington. Sealed. Isolated. Forgotten. But the guards know it: under several meters of earth, that tomb still shines with a pulse that no one can see. Some say it feels, like a buzz in the bones, if you get too close. More than sixty years have passed. The tombstone is still there, intact, cold. No one dares to put flowers. Nobody cleans the dust. And on the quietest nights, when the wind goes through the rows of graves, some swear to hear a slight sizzle... as if something, down there, was still awake.
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