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Oh
,
it
was
cold
in
here
--
the
thing
had
brought
its
chill
with
it
.
Jud
rocked
unsteadily
on
his
feet
--
it
was
the
cat
,
twining
around
his
legs
,
making
him
totter
.
It
was
purring
.
Jud
kicked
at
it
,
driving
it
away
.
It
bared
its
teeth
at
him
and
hissed
.
Think
!
Oh
,
think
,
you
stupid
old
man
,
it
may
n't
be
too
late
,
even
yet
it
may
n't
be
too
late
...
it
's
back
but
it
can
be
killed
again
...
if
you
can
only
do
it
...
if
you
can
only
think
...
He
backed
away
toward
the
kitchen
,
and
he
suddenly
remembered
the
utensil
drawer
beside
the
sink
.
There
was
a
meat
cleaver
in
that
drawer
.
His
thin
shanks
struck
the
swinging
door
that
led
into
the
kitchen
and
he
pushed
it
open
.
The
thing
that
had
come
into
his
house
was
still
indistinct
,
but
Jud
could
hear
it
breathing
.
He
could
see
one
white
hand
swinging
back
and
forth
--
there
was
something
in
that
hand
,
but
he
could
not
make
out
what
.
The
door
swung
back
as
he
entered
the
kitchen
,
and
Jud
at
last
turned
his
back
and
ran
to
the
utensil
drawer
.
He
jerked
it
open
and
found
the
cleaver
's
worn
hardwood
handle
.
He
snatched
it
up
and
turned
toward
the
door
again
;
he
even
took
a
step
or
two
toward
it
.
Some
of
his
courage
had
come
back
.
Remember
,
it
ai
n't
a
kid
.
It
may
scream
or
somethin
when
it
sees
you
've
got
its
number
;
it
may
cry
.
But
you
ai
n't
gon
na
be
fooled
.
You
been
fooled
too
many
times
already
,
old
man
.
This
is
your
last
chance
.
The
swing
door
opened
again
,
but
at
first
only
the
cat
came
through
.
Jud
's
eye
followed
it
for
a
moment
and
then
he
looked
up
again
.
The
kitchen
faced
east
,
and
dawn
's
first
light
came
in
through
the
windows
,
faint
and
milky
white
.
Not
much
light
but
enough
.
Too
much
.
Gage
Creed
came
in
,
dressed
in
his
burial
suit
.
Moss
was
growing
on
the
suit
's
shoulders
and
lapels
.
Moss
had
fouled
his
white
shirt
.
His
fine
blond
hair
was
caked
with
dirt
.
One
eye
had
gone
to
the
wall
;
it
stared
off
into
space
with
terrible
concentration
.
The
other
was
fixed
on
Jud
.
