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Chapter LXVIIX: The Dead Don't Talk
Carey shook his head and rubbed his eyes- the figure was gone and only Ram sat beside the fire looking at him. Half an hour passed and nothing happened. The wind howled all around and Carey sat there beside the fire watching, anticipating an attack of some sort. Ram has dozed off again, that poor old man had a simple mind and character. But Carey’s brain was firing at full speed, running at different directions. He grew anxious and kept wondering why he was seeing dead bodies in the middle of nowhere. A few minutes later, he convinced himself that these were just constructs of his mind. As his eyes grew heavy and the fire burned down, he felt a strange presence lurking behind him. He turned to look and found a dark figure standing on the edge of the hill. Carey was shocked but he didn’t l
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