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“It was raining the day they laid old Tye to rest. Blind, and hobbled by the gout, Tye hadn’t been of much use to anyone, not even himself, for years, but he told the best stories. Some people used to say he was a prophet and he wasn’t really blind in the usual sort of way. They used to say he had a hard time making out what was happening in the present because he was seeing the whole past and the whole future all at once. I don’t know how true that was, but I, like most of the kids in town, would gladly skip a swim in the pond, or an afternoon of stick ball to congregate at his feet on the porch of his cabin, listening to his tales of ghosts, ghouls and, most of all, the goblins he claimed haunted the woods surrounding the town. We used to joke that he knew so much about gobli
