_Let them think anything they wished of him and his dog. All that mattered was the black thought slithering of the_ ... "Witch! Witch!" The cry was among the walkers, but he didn't bother to track it down. It was no longer a fighting word to Hammen. He wore it like a badge of honor. It tasted of brass, but it gleamed on him.…
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