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I am the One Who Speaks for the One Who Sees and the One Who Knows and the One Who Eats; All Who Serve the Last.

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The gentle swirls and eddies of the rain on the shallowly slanted roof gave way to thunderous, fervent drumming, which was soon drowned out by an omnipresent, crushing groan.

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He walked back across the weathered hardwood floor; then again, and again.

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Its eyes went soft, the yolks breaking and spilling down its wrenched face.

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The closet was small, and close, and she was not afraid of the crumpled, pastel shadows that nested there.

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“The Manifest permits deadly force as a last resort,” she reminded herself, as luminescent yellow guts and amber blood curdled in a puddle around the carcass.

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Tonight marks a decade since he left.

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The freshly oiled hinges swung soundlessly.

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The bodies rose slowly through the tangled surface of the bog, and beckoned me closer.

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The coins that had been placed over the dead man’s eyes flashed their twin glare through the bedroom window and onto the far wall.

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I am the One Who Speaks for the One Who Sees and the One Who Knows and the One Who Eats; All Who Serve the Last.	8
The gentle swirls and eddies of the rain on the shallowly slanted roof gave way to thunderous, fervent drumming, which was soon drowned out by an omnipresent, crushing groan.	8
He walked back across the weathered hardwood floor; then again, and again.	7
Its eyes went soft, the yolks breaking and spilling down its wrenched face.	7
The closet was small, and close, and she was not afraid of the crumpled, pastel shadows that nested there.	7
“The Manifest permits deadly force as a last resort,” she reminded herself, as luminescent yellow guts and amber blood curdled in a puddle around the carcass.	7
Tonight marks a decade since he left.	7
The freshly oiled hinges swung soundlessly.	7
The bodies rose slowly through the tangled surface of the bog, and beckoned me closer.	7
The coins that had been placed over the dead man’s eyes flashed their twin glare through the bedroom window and onto the far wall.	7