Son of the Evil Moon _ Stephen King _ txt Fiction Paradise
I backed up to the crossing of the waterway and took the left fork I had abandoned a minute before. About six or seven hundred feet later, I came to another crossing. This time I wanted to take the right fork — toward the city — but hopefully, afraid that they would see through my path, I decided to take the left one, even though it just kept taking me farther and farther away from...
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