Now that God had granted my new standing as a family man, I relocated only days after that night of incogitable horror, to a place where there existed no waterways for fifty miles in any direction, in the 36 th state of the union, Nevada. A dead man’s words-Zalen’s-never left my cognizance: They travel along any existing waterway, and they’re very fast. The sale of my Providence mansion-to a Standard Oil executive, no less-has left me even wealthier than before. The passing of six months has brought me many joyous changes. With a smidgen of luck, we’d be in Providence by dawn. Not too long after that, a sign gave relieving notice that we were about to exit onto State Route Number One. “One day, Walter, your mother and I will tell you…” “I know I’ve seen him in the woods before, many times, but I never got very close to him. All that followed us now was the most eerie silence. Walter’s fortunate knowledge of the area, due to his nature walks, took us to another narrow trail which emptied us out onto the main road into town in only minutes.
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