“The little girl continued to stand in the woods behind Caleb’s house. She had gathered about herself those she had enthralled throughout the bleak centuries of her existence. These hopeless souls stood at the foot of the woods, eyes downcast, feeling an insatiable hunger for love and relief from pain, relief that might never come. That relief certainly would never come so long as the haunted girl, who had gone by more names than even she could remember, could not find what she was looking for.
The little girl was in pain, too, was hungry, too, and she had inflicted that pain she felt on as many as she could for as long as she could. So, she conjured up an image of The Man. He was a man she hated and she would see him killed for all eternity if she could. The image she conjured had him dead on the side of a road near a little town in Israel, another man standing next to him holding the man’s still warm heart in his hands, laughing as hard as he could.”
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