“What did you see when you were dead?” David demanded. The farmer licked his lips, blinked. “My whole life — ” he began. “I know that. What I want to know is the details. Did you see people and places you’d forgotten all about?” The farmer closed his eyes, frowned in concentration. “I’m awful tired. I can’t think.” He stroked his temples. “It was quick, kind of like a movie going real fast, I guess — kind of flashes of old times.” “Did you get a good look at anything?” urged David tensely. “Please, can’t I go back to sleep?” “As soon as you answer me. Can you describe anything in detail?” The
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