The cabin is gone now, packed up by FBI agents, its perimeter ringed by a chain-link fence with a KEEP OUT sign that only the occasional rabbit and passing deer will see. A few feet away, the garden that Ted Kaczynski once tended so carefully has gone to ruin; the red bicycle that he rode four miles down a dirt road into town lies in pieces, rusting and overgrown with weeds. In the town of Lincoln, Mont., no one talks much about the ex-neighbor, the Unabomber suspect. Only strangers ask about him. But two weeks ago, two strangers showed up at...
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