"He shambled out from behind a decaying headstone like a clumsy ghost, a man of dubious industry who always seemed to appear after a funeral or before somebody was about to die. He glared beneath a soiled top hat with eyes as cold as a snapping turtle and stood crouched over as bowlegged as a gandy dancer. There was a bag on his back bigger than him that was lumpy and stained with who knows what. And all the people of Mortimer's Corners wanted to know, did he put people into the ground or take them out?"
This miniature will be available soon.
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