“Tell the barkeep to send help. Tell him there is no man. Tell him it is one of the devil’s angels, come to possess my body and cast away my soul.”
OCH DET HÄR:
"I was standing in the front yard. A rowdy wind swept dead leaves across the driveway, around my ankles. An odd funnel cloud swirled in the sky overhead but made no move to touch down, as if it was content to bide its time before striking. Patch was sitting on the porch rail, head bowed, hands clasped closely between his knees."
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