100 COFFINS

“So when did this Paul fellah come into town?”

“Seven months ago to the day. Came in one night, a rainy one like this, soaked to the bone. He did some preachin’ around town, always out on the street with the people. His flock he called it.”

“And now he’s takin’ you home,” Cadman said.

Alexander nodded slowly.

Paul of the Holy Trinity didn’t keep his audience waiting. His arrival, however, was more low-key than Cadman had expected. What could’ve been accompanied by extravagant pomp and circumstance occurred with the pathos of a funeral procession. Even Cadman felt moved by the melancholy entrance.

“That’s the savior,” Alexander whispered unnecessarily, his face turning ashen.





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