Though his side of the bed was normal, Willard quickly realized that his wife’s side of the bed was horrendously shredded and slimy. Willard did not focus his energy on that side, though, as he continued to scan the room for the cause of the sound and the damage to his wife’s side of the bed. Standing by the window, watching the moon as if looking out from an aquarium, there stood a great horror.
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"Blessed Are the Dead"
Hushed murmurs were the order of the pre-ceremony conversation with farmers and teachers and salt-of-the-earth Americans from rural Kansas struggling for words of casual civility in the midst of such somber proceedings. Reverend Zachariah had called them all in that evening with the once-dormant church bells, and those who remained knew why they were coming together.
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