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           "Louis?"hetiedtocallagain,butonlyafaintcroakactuallyemergedbecausenowhecouldsmellthethingwhichhadcomeintohishousehereattheendofthenight.Itwasadirty,lowsmellthesmellofpoisonedtidalflats.

           JudcouldmakeoutbulkingshapesinthegloomNorma’sarmoire,theWelshdresser,thehighboybutnodetails.Hetriedtogettohisfeetonlegsthathadgonetowater,hismindscreamingthatheneededmoretime,thathewastoooldtofacethisagainwithoutmoretime;TimmyBatermanhadbeenbadenough,andJudhadbeenyoungthen.

           Theswingdooropenedandletinshadows.Oneoftheshadowswasmoresubstantialthantheothers.

           DearGod,thatstink.

           Shufflingstepsinthedarkness.

           "Gage?"Judgainedhisfeetatlast.FromonecornerofhiseyehesawtherollofcigaretteashintheJimBeamashtray."Gage,isthaty"

           Ahideousmewlingsoundnowarose,andforamomentallofJud’sbonesturnedtowhiteice.ItwasnotLouis’ssonreturnedfromthegravebutsomehideousmonster.

           No.Itwasneither.

           ItwasChurch,crouchedinthehalldoorway,makingthatsound.Thecat’seyesflaredlikedirtylamps.Thenhiseyesmovedintheotherdirectionandfixedonthethingwhichhadcomeinwiththecat.

           Judbegantobackup,tryingtocatchathisthoughts,tryingtoholdontohisreasoninthefaceofthatsmell.

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