A sound began to beat its way into the night then, savage and orgiastic. It was a voice, it was many voices, and it was repeating the same thing over and over. Garraty! Garraty! GARRATY! GARRATY! GARRATY! It was God or his father, about to cut the legs out from under him before he could learn the secret, the secret, the secret of— Like thunder: GARRATY! GARRATY! GARRATY! It wasn’t his father and it wasn’t God. It was what appeared to be the entire student body of Oldtown High School, chanting his name in unison. As they caught sight of his white, weary, and strained face, the steady beating
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