HOME..



He’s sitting there, in the dark part of the room in a wooden chair, his elbows rest on the arms of it and his hands are bound together by his fingers and his chin sits on them. His eyes study her while she sleeps, and in the back of his mind he wonders.. How could one human being be so loving. So patient, giving and understanding of someone who caused them so much grief over and over again. He wonders.. Why hadn’t he ever told her? The things that he knew deep down that she needed to hear even if she never told him so.. Mama.. I love you.. Mama I’m so proud, to be your only son.. Mama.. I proud of you for being an angel to the living so many needed you.. I needed you.. And you kept giving.. Your love .. Your compassion.. Your grace.. How could I have never told you those words that I needed you to hear? How could I have been.. So, so blind, by selfishness, by vanity, by my need to be part of that crowd that tore me away from your shelter, from your love.. From you. Now here I stand, humbled by that unforgivable knowledge.. Maybe I’m still selfish.. But I need you to know, that you’ve always had my respect, my love and undying admiration, even though I never spoke the words.. I speak them to you now.. I love you Mama.. Eric Bitters rises to his feet and slowly goes to where Sister Mary Coven peacefully sleeps, with but one finger he slowly brushes the strands of silken hair from her face, she is still the most beautiful woman he has ever known, his cold lips touch her forehead and he kisses his mother for the first and last time, and in her slumber Sister Mary’s lips purse into a smile. The words she has waited for twenty five years to hear from her only son, invades the world of her dreams and tells her what she has known all along. And for the first time in life and in death Eric Bitters soul is at peace.
“Eric?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Eric.. It’s time son.”
Followed by silence.
“You’re time here is finished, it is time to go.”
“Go where?”
“Home.”
He stares out the window at the rising sun on the horizon, the clouds have parted, the rain has for once stopped to witness this odd new miracle. And as he close’s his eye’s he can almost feel the warmth of the sunrise touch his cold face.. And Eric Bitters smiles, for he knows.. He is already home.

Fin.

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Spiraling Edgewards..



He stands, silently watching until what seems like an eternity has past. And there in the light rainfall, he sees Ian Specter. Ian Specter.. Ian Specter. he repeats the name several times in his head until he can feel the rage beginning to burn inside him, Eric Bitters is very angry.
“No Eric.. Dead men don’t get angry.”
“ This one does..”
“No.. Eric.. Dead men don’t need revenge.”
This one wants it so bad that he can feel it burning in the very soul he is trying to save. All of this anger.. Damnation.. Pure rage.. All of this.. “What.. Is… it?. Emotions?? How can that be it? Your dead my friend.. No blood in your veins.. No heart beating in your chest.. No.. Eric..
There are no emotions.. You are dead.. What then is this?.. Madness??
A memory? Yesss.. that’s what this is .. A memory. Of a smile.. That evil little smile that you saw.. Just before the that little flash of light, took you from your prison.. Ian Specter’s evil little smile.. Close your eyes now deadman.. Go back.. What do you see. What is your wish?.. Tell us..” Ian Specter is lying on the ground, he is quivering, perhaps for the very first time in his life he knows fear.. He trembles before the dead man begging for mercy to a person that is no longer capable of such feats.. “What now Eric?.. What are you prepared to do to him?” there is a silence all around him .. He can see Ian specter’s face.. He is yelling or perhaps it is a further extension of his pleas for mercy, but there is no sound.. He is begging.. Even pleading.. But it is all a sham.. You know this truth Eric.. People like Ian.. They’re only sorry when they are facing the consequences of their actions..

Well.. Its time.. Do it Eric.. Kill him.. Well deadman? What are you waiting for?.. You hesitate.. Why? What is it that makes you feel this way? Ahhh.. Yes.. There it is then… the one thing that will always pull you away from the edge of insanity even long after death has claimed you. The truth.. Reason.. Remnants of a conscience. Because you do see the truth.. You can’t kill him.. Because you still aren’t like him. You are not Ian Specter.. You are Eric Bitters.
“Open your eyes Eric..”
“I.. I don’t see it.”
“Its there Eric.. Just open your eyes.. Its…. Right… there.”
“Ian.”
“Yes Eric.”
“It ends here.”
“Yes Eric”
“Do it for Annie?”
“No.”
“Marcus and Zack?”
“No.”
“For you Eric.. This you must do… for you..”
He opens his eyes.. The rain is still falling only harder.. The black compact parked behind the van, moves slightly as the form of Ian Specter emerges from the vehicle. He briefly stops to meet the man and woman from the van, and together they begin to cross the street towards the small run down liquor store.. Above them Eric Bitters stands and moves silently towards the edge of the steeple.. It is time for Ian specter to come face to face with his greatest creation.

Of Suffering And Sanity.


The three of them are walking across the dark empty street, the man and woman walk stride for stride in front of Ian Specter, upon entering the liquor store he raise’s his pistol to the back of the woman’s head and fires point blank, killing her instantly.. Shocked the man turns to face Ian Specter, and he is the next to go. Ian turns the weapon towards the clerk, “Wanna be a Hero?” he taunts.. The frightened clerk shakes his head no. “All of the money in the register and the safe, now!” the clerk tries to comply, and for a split second something catches Ian’s eye and he turns away for a second, when he turns back he is face to face with Eric Bitters. “Hello Ian.. Goodbye Ian..” he is suddenly flying through the air.. And he crashes through the store front plate glass window and lands back first on the sidewalk.. Eric Bitters tells the bewildered clerk to call the police, and he steps out the door to deal with Ian. Ian staggers to his feet, he now has no weapon. “Who in the fuck are you?” again he is flying through the air, this time he lands back first up against a brick wall in the alley.. Stunned he stumbles to his feet.. “N.. no.. please wait..”
Eric Bitters pauses. “ Please Ian?.. Why that isn’t like you.. Why don’t you just shoot me again?” he stares at Eric Bitters through the rain.. “Again?… Man.. I don’t even know you.” the rain comes down harder ..
“You mean to tell me after all of these years Ian you’ve forgotten me?”

He peers through the rain trying to look closer. Startled he falls back against the Brick wall.. “No Way man! Y.. Y.. You’re’… Dead… aren’t you? I. I.. I shot you.. Twice.. You’re suppose to be dead. E.. Eric? Is that really you?” he slowly slides down the brick wall whimpering as he goes.. Sirens.. Many siren’s.. in the distance behind him.. Ian will go to prison.. If Eric Bitters doesn’t kill him first.. Killed by a dead man that YOU killed.. Irony at its finest. Times up.. He grabs Ian Specter by the coat and raises him from the ground, he is soaking wet.. His bottom lip quivering.. A distant vacant Look roams freely in his eyes. Ian Specter is slowly slipping away from the world of the sane.. And suddenly to Eric Bitters, revenge does not seem so important.. Ian Specter for all intensive purposes.. Is dead to the world.. He will never have another victim.. There are four police cars present when the store clerk point them in Ian Specters direction.. They take him into custody, they have two bodies, they have the murder weapon.. And pending his sanity.. They have Ian Specter. One way or another, sane or not, Ian Specter will be safely locked away for the rest of his life, as the two officers are leading him to their cruiser, he is muttering the same thing over and over again.. “It can’t be.. I killed him.. I killed him.” the police cars slowly pull away one at a time while the ambulance loads two more bodies into its belly.. Two more for Kings Harbors growing collection.. He watches from the top of the church Steeple, the store clerk is now explaining what happened to two of his regular paying customers outside of this establishment. One guy in Halloween makeup stopped a armed robber in his tracks.. Eric Bitters lifts himself back into the night air.. There is one more thing that he knows he must do.

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Do Dead Men Dream Of The Living?



It is as it has always been here, a dark over cast day wet and cold and the streets are dim and dreary, lined with human refuse, with nowhere to turn,and no where to escape the harsh reality of their existence. He is six years old walking the streets of the growing population of Kings Harbor, today he is clutching the hand of the only mother he has ever known. She has raised him from birth, she is Sister Mary Coven and to six year old Eric Bitters she is the world. Today the way he sees that world will change forever.. He holds her hand tightly as they make their way from the market back to the First Baptist church of Sandoval Street, just ahead a small crowd is growing in numbers as they stand in the mouth of an alley. There are sirens in the air, but he does not hear them, they push through the crowd and Sister Mary tries to shield young Eric from the spectacle. She is unsuccessful. There lying in the alley a man is dead. His glassy eyed stare sends an odd sensation coursing through the young boys body, he is only six years old. And already.. He knows of death. The images slowly grow dark, and then fade and for a moment, it seems as though its over, and then as though on a screen in a movie theatre, a new image begins to emerge.. There are six boys running from the police, they have stolen from a store, and when the clerk catches them, the middle boy takes the lead and breaks a bottle over the clerks head , and when he falls, they begin to kick him mercilessly. A woman that passes by has seen them and calls the police..

Now they run, Eric Bitters is just ten years old, and though his friend Ian Specter is one year younger than Eric, he seems to be older and has already begun to flourish in the world of petty crime.
This day the boys all escape save Eric, they have all left him to the police, he spends the next two years in a youth facility, before being released back into the custody of Sister Mary Coven, she warns him to stay away from the rotten stench of Ian Specters gang of young thugs, and for a short time he does, until Ian recruits him for an easy job. Ian has obtained the services of a hand gun, it will be the boys first armed robbery, they pull it off without a hitch, save for the small matter of Ian shooting a man dead because he saw their faces, they are never caught, and through the next few years the image follows the young men into adulthood where their criminal activities escalate, much to young Eric Bitters credit, he has beaten many a man near to death, but has never taken a life, Ian Specter on the other hand has all in all three murders under his belt before the age of eighteen. he has personally witnessed all three murders and Ian Specter secretly begins to look for an opportunity to rid himself of Eric Bitters. It would be six years later in a small market in an incident involving an Arabic grocery clerk and a young pregnant black mother to be, that Ian Specter would get his opportunity. The low rumbling of thunder opens his eyes and Eric Bitters looks down at his cold white hands, and as he listens to the faint sounds of distant sirens reverberating throughout the city, he is not sure if he just had a reflection of distant memories, or if he was somehow dreaming. He stands to look out at the flickering nightlife of Kings Harbor, and though he is not certain where fate will next take him, he knows in his soul that it is not over yet.. There is more work to be done here.

The Fools Circle.



There far off, just beyond the reach of normal ears, he can make out the muffled sounds of voices, conversing with one another, lovers fighting , old men speaking in aggravated tones of where their lame duck horse happened to finish in the race, defensive motorist’s pleading their case to the police officer that is about to give them a ticket.. Sounds of the city. Of every city, not however, the sounds that he hopes to hear, the burning inside of him pushes at him.. Driving him through the rain filled sky until finally he comes to a stop above the abandoned church on Summit street. He hides in wait in the steeple watching through the rain. The deadman knows that this is where he must wait.
“What are you doing Eric?”
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
“The End.”
He closes his eyes.. There is a slight flash of light.. Moments pass and then there is a second flash.. Only the second one seems to hold more meaning to him.. The burning in his upper torso return s, faintly reminding him of what was.. He runs his fingers across his stomach and they linger over the two bullet wounds that have now completely closed.. He remembers. His first true act of selflessness.. He remembers.. The clerk that he couldn’t save and the pregnant woman that he almost didn’t. One or the other.. Either or.. The supreme selfless act that took his most valuable possession from him.. His life.. His eyes open and begin to search through the night sky.. With purpose.. There in the silence of the church steeple.. He waits until he hears a familiar sound.

There is a dark green van that slowly motors up and along the curves of Summit street. There are two people inside of this vehicle. A man and a woman both are approximately middle aged. They park across the street from a dimly lit liquor store and wait.. He can hear their voices clearly. They are arguing over something.. He listens intently.. And then it comes to him.. They are going to commit a robbery. The man is driving. His voice is the loudest.
“No Bonnie.. We’re going to wait!” he snaps at her.
“Jimmy! You’re such a wuss! We can take it without him! That just means more money for us!” she coaxes..
“No! damn you woman shut up already! I said NO!
She gets angry with him and continues taunting him with the name calling. But he eventually wins out.
“ Baby listen to me..” he tells her. “ this place.. This little shit hole of a store is loaded! Over ten grand I hear!! In that little shitty ass store! It will be worth it to wait.. To do it right.. The man is a master of this.. We’ll wait.”
They fall silent until almost thirty minutes pass, then he hears it.. A familiar sound.. From the not too distant past. He leans outside of the steeple to watch. And as he sees the small black compact pull up behind the van.. The burning returns to his stomach.. He has found Ian Specter.

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DARK FAITH..



He has felt the odd presence of something just out of his reach for the past few days and he knows that someone has been watching his brother Zackary and him. He is sitting in the dark room with his legs crossed, with both feet tucked under his thighs, he sits in alone now, in the middle of the floor pondering his fate, praying to whatever God may be listening that his brothers life will be spared in all of this nonsense. Waiting for the sun to rise to give him precious light to live in, in Marcus’s young heart he feels that hope is dying fast and soon there will be no resolution through which either his brother or him will live. “You remind me of someone that I used to think that I knew” Marcus stops in mid thought and quickly raises his head to the cold voice echoing through the empty room. “I knew you were there.. Somewhere in here. Do you work for Jinx?” have you been watching us for him?”

Eric Bitters does not answer at first, he calculates the words, “no Marcus… I work for no one, you have a problem .. I think I can help you there, but you will need to trust me.” the confused youth abruptly rises to his feet, the voice seems cold and as empty as the room he stands in, and has an eerie other worldly feel to it. “What are YOU going to help me with? What could you give me that I can’t get myself?” he stops to ponder what he has just asked, already suspecting the answer that will come. “Salvation Marcus.. Salvation.” There is quiet.. “Yours or mine Spirit?”.. more silence.. And then.. “Both.” Marcus looks down at the floor, it is as cold and barren as he feels his future to be. “Salvation?.. When Jinx comes for my brother and me there will be nothing but spilled blood.. Ours..”

He lets Marcus’s words hang for a brief instant. “You’ve seen Jinx.. You’d have had to, to know that the youth in the alley was his son.” Marcus thinks for a second. “Yeah, I’ve seen him a few times, been to that place where he holes up too, Beacon Towers I think it’s called.. You never seen Jinx?” there is an even colder silence that follows his question that makes the boy uneasy. “I’ve seen his work.” Eric Bitters tells him. “Can’t say as I’ve ever had the pleasure of making his acquaintance though.. So.. You know how to find him. Right?” he steps slowly out of the shadows and his appearance takes young Marcus by surprise. He takes one step back.. “Y.. You.. Look.. Well.. you know?” Eric Bitters leans forward and says with a slight wink.. “You mean I look like this city feels?”

Marcus smiles looking down as though trying not to laugh.. He puts a cold hand to the boys shoulder.. Now the deadman is not smiling.. “Take me to him Marcus.. Tonight, you will show me where the devil sleeps, and we will end this once and for all..” Marcus is not smiling now either. “Are you crazy man? You’ll never get in there a-” he stops in mid sentence.. Eric Bitters is staring at him.. And now Marcus realizes.. “The dead have nothing to fear of the living Marcus, my story is too long to share with you. Tonight Jinx’s reign on this city stops. There is evidence in Jinx’s possession that will put him where he belongs forever.. Behind a wall of stone and steel bars.” Marcus is now sitting again. He tells Marcus to get some sleep and he will wake him at 2:00 am. While Marcus sleeps he retrieves a photo from his shirt, and studies it.. It is a picture of Marcus, Zackary and their mother.. An idea strikes him, and he steps out of the window for a Moment, there is a fading phone number on the back of the photo, there is hope. He raises himself into the rain filled sky.. If anyone can find this woman, for the boys, Sister Mary Coven is the woman for the Job.

Death In The House Of The King..



He watches in disbelief as Eric Bitters slowly ascends into the air and takes himself up to the roof top of Beacon Towers. He told Marcus to stay clear and return to the cathedral and wait where he would return with evidence for Marcus to take to the authorities. He disappears back into the shadows of the streets leaving Eric Bitters to the task of collecting evidence. But he has not simply come here for evidence. Something inside of the deadman burns him to the core. He has long heard the name of this monster connecting him to thousands of crimes, many of which were murders of innocent street people. he waste’s no time dispatching with the pitiful excuse for a security system and finds access into the crime lords lair painfully easy. There are three security guards on hand to guard the entire twenty something floor structure, apparently the feeling is that Jinx fears no one. Who after all would be foolish enough to challenge him in his own palace? He gains entry on the first attempt and renders the guards unconscious and bounds and gags them in the storage room off of the kitchen.

There are vulgar displays of unbelievable wealth all around him, fine furnishings and marble flooring reach out to every room as far as the eye can see, golden rails line spiral staircases that lead to each new floor along with lushly red crushed velvet lined elevator cars. He takes the first staircase and begins to climb up to where Jinx is. He knows his gut will be his guide. He has climbed all of the way to the top floor, twenty four to be exact, then through a crackled door he hears the faint echoes of opera music slowly waffling through the still air, he sees a lone figure sitting at a desk writing in a black ledger, there are nine others stacked beside it, and when Eric Bitters enters the room the figure abruptly stands.. And he comes face to face with the true monster. But the Monster doesn’t react like a monster, but more like a frightened child. He beckons for his paid thugs to come to his aid.. And Eric Bitters Shakes his head no. “ Its finished Jinxy boy.. You’re finished..” he produces a hand gun and fires it at the pale intruder, but he keeps coming. Jinx keeps firing.. Eric Bitters keeps coming..

Now he is screaming incoherently making threats at him, all of the while running down the hallway to escape. No more nightmares.. No more victims. The endless cycle of self perpetuating violence stops here. Tonight.. He keeps running.. Eric Bitters keeps coming. The city will sleep in peace from this day forth.. The healing starts here. The death, the plunder, what has begun here ends here.. Only one escape.. Me.. Take a good look Mr Jinx. I am everything that got you to where you are.. Death.. Pain.. Despair.. “What are you? What are you d.. doing…. Here?” scarred Jinx.. Poor frightened little boy.. The marble floor is cold under his bare feet and towards the end of the hall Jinx struggles to maintain his footing near the stained glass window pane at the very end.. Eric Bitters is closing in on him, he is slipping.. “Jinx?” he looks up as though all of time and space has stopped, “Its time to go Jinx.” times up.. “b.. but I’m.. Not… ready?” his body falls backwards into the shards of breaking glass as he falls through the window.. He falls for what seems like an eternity.. The rain stops almost in the air as though to witness the spectacle. Eric Bitters stands and stares through his misty breath at the sight below him.. Jinx lye still on the side walk below.. The rain returns.. And now there is nothing.

REUNION..



He is almost to the point of exhaustion, he has turned in the ledgers that Eric Bitters provided him to the authorities. He did it as he was told to, Someone gave him twenty dollars to turn the ledgers in. and when the desk sergeant turned his back for a second Marcus was out the door and down the street before the cops were any the wiser, with jinx dead it was only a matter of time before his co conspirators were drug into the light.. Now there is a light rain falling, almost a mist, as he turns towards the cathedral on Tenth avenue. Zackary stands out in front of the building waiting for Marcus to return. He walks up to his younger brother confused.. “Zackary? How did you?.. Sister Mary Coven introduces herself to Marcus, and confesses that she has brought him here and that someone has been waiting to see them.. The woman that they have not seen in over a year since the siblings ran away to escape their abusive step father, appears in the doorway of the cathedral.. She stands alone waiting for the reactions of her sons. “M.. momma? They rush to her side and the three share a heart felt hug. She will take her boys home where she lives alone, and she will feed them and keep them safe from predators.. They will be a family.. Tonight the young siblings will be safe.. Sister Mary Coven looks up at the lone figure silently watching the three family members get into the taxi from the top of the cathedral, and as it disappears around the corner, Sister Mary wishes to herself that her boy could come home too.

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RATS AMONGST THE RUINS.



He is there just out of their field of vision, at first they are too busy ushering the beautiful young woman and the small boy in her company into the alley just past the corner of Wicker and seventh avenue. It is nightfall now, he is in his element and through the misty billows of his own hot breath as it filters through the cold night air , he silently watches from above as the six young men slowly gather around Athena Santini and her new friend Zackary. There is much masculine posturing going on and the leader seems to be the biggest of their brood. He is completely in black leather and towers over the beautiful young Athena, but he is more interested in personal amusement and he motions for a rather short unpleasant looking fellow that they refer to as Pig Iron to have a go at her, he smiles at her through broken yellowish brown teeth that are in some places even black, he is short and fat and smells of the stench of his own urine and she finds his childish attempts at sexual advances utterly disgusting. She steps in front of Zackary and squares off with this unpleasant little cretin. It comes completely unexpected to all of the witnesses, especially Eric Bitters, Athena does not back up one step, quite the contrary, she steps forward, towards the giddy little toad known as “Pig Iron.”

He advances on her, trying to look brave in the eyes of his comrades, but what he gets is humiliation, as Athena Santini drives her Shinbone hard into his crotch, he instinctively doubles over groaning loudly in pain all of the while cupping both hands over his badly wounded testicles, leaving his snotty little pointed nose wide open for her perfectly timed and executed right cross. He is now crumpled up into a ball on the wet alley floor while the other five look on in amazement. The alpha male stands and stares at Athena Santini, now in a different way, he no longer seems to be taken by her beauty, now he is angry. He produces a knife and slowly advances on her, his four accomplices have begun to close on them as well, two of them however, have spotted Eric Bitters descending on them and have bravely run away, his appearance has suddenly taken the fight into a darker part of the alley where there is much confusion as to who is doing what and to whom, when as suddenly as it starts, it stops, staggering into the light comes the alpha male, his movements are sluggish and his face is pale, he stares a blank stare at Eric Bitters for a second, until small tear shaped crimson drops of blood slowly ooze from the corners of his lips.. He falls forward.. Behind him stands a stunned looking Zackary, wielding a bloody knife.. The wide eyed stare.. The realization that comes with knowing that a life, any life, has been lost and you have taken it.. Eric Bitters knows that look all too well, a life is lost. An innocence is shattered.. A childhood.. Lost forever.

WAITING FOR THE LIGHT.



Athena stands behind the bewildered child with both hands resting on his shoulders, he was protecting her. He didn’t know what that bad man was going to do to his new friend. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Kill or watch her be killed, adult decisions.. Made in the minds of babes. Athena gently takes the knife, Zackary has descended into a weeping shock at the realization of what he has just done, she leads him slowly from the alley and down the dark deserted street, only Marcus would know what to do now. He stands above the dead body of the alpha male, the rain has washed away the crimson spots on the lips of this now dead youth, Eric Bitters cocks his head, something does not seem right about this young man, he kneels down to closer examine the body, the fingernails on both hands have been manicured recently, and there on his right forefinger is a very expensive looking mans ring, he places his fingers on the dead youths lips and slowly parts them.. They have been brushed, he is well kept, and now Eric begins to realize that this was no ordinary street soldier, there is something special about him, and Eric knows, someone will come looking for the person, and then for revenge. Moments later, Zackary and Athena return to the scene with Marcus in tow, upon seeing the dead body Marcus becomes extremely shaken, and begins to pace back and forth in the alley nervously..

Marcus knows this young man, his hands are on top of his head and he has become almost panic stricken.. “Oh My God Zack! What have you done??” it is then that the reality of the situation provides Eric Bitters with his very own realization.. The dead youth is the son of the crime lord known as “Jinx.” Marcus accompanies Athena and his younger brother back to the protection of the cathedral, they light what’s left of the candles and Athena and Zackary watch as he nervously paces the floor trying to consider their options.. Marcus knows that Jinx will come looking for his son, and one of the young hoods will tell him who killed him, and Jinx will want blood. Zackary’s blood. Eric Bitters listens quietly from the next room as the three young minds begin to formulate a desperate plan, to escape from Jinx’s wrath, Zackary will hide in a place beyond 33rd street where only Athena’s Greek and Italian friends will know how to find him. Marcus will walk with them through the night to get Zackary to his sanctuary before dawn and hopefully before Jinx finds out what has happened. Eric Bitters will follow them to ensure their safety, however halfway through the night time trek to 33rd street, something captures his attention, near a bus stop on a bench there lye’s a news paper, there is a story on the front page about the attempt that was made on Annie Harlow’s life just two nights ago, the police have taken into custody the hired gun that shot and killed Maurice Klinger. The gunman had in his possession the Ledger that contains the names and numbers of Jinx’s known fencing activities, which means that now the police have the ledger and have begun decoding it. Soon the noose will tighten.. It would appear that now there is something else for Jinx to worry about.. They are close to 33rd street now, soon he will be following Marcus back to the cathedral.

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