by Joe Hill
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C HAPTER T HIRTY -N INE H E LOOKED BACK AND FORTH with his one good eye, searching the parking
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C HAPTER F ORTY A FTER HE HIT HER with the stone, Merrin stopped trying to throw him off, and h
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C HAPTER F ORTY -O NE I T WAS EARLY WHEN I G collected his pitchfork from the foundry and retu
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C HAPTER F ORTY -T WO I KNEW IT WAS YOUR CAR right away,” Dale said, behind the wheel and driv
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C HAPTER F ORTY -T HREE I G SAT AT THE BOTTOM of the chimney, in a circle of hot afternoon ligh
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C HAPTER F ORTY -F OUR A FTER HE HAD READ M ERRIN’S final message, and set it aside, and read i
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C HAPTER F ORTY -F IVE H E FIGURED L EE WOULD NEED at least half an hour to get there, more if
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C HAPTER F ORTY -S IX N O SOONER HAD HE PULLED himself into the room than the headlights swept
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C HAPTER F ORTY -S EVEN S HADOWS LAPPED UNSTEADILY at the walls, rising and falling, the darkne
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C HAPTER F ORTY -E IGHT I G STOOD, A BURNING MAN , devil in a gown of fire. For half a minute,
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C HAPTER F ORTY -N INE H E CLIMBED DOWN from the open doorway and then, as an afterthought, rea
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C HAPTER F IFTY T ERRY CAME BACK HOME in the third week of October, and the first warm afternoo
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