![]() ![]() He had put it immediately out of his mind. There was an aura about Neilsville, an aura that Peter Balsam had felt the minute he had arrived but had not yet been able to define.Ī word had flashed into his mind the moment he had gotten off the train two hours earlier. ![]() The town was called Neilsville, and it lay shimmering in the heat of the Eastern Washington desert like some dying thing writhing in agony with each tortured breath, unable to end its misery. He sank down on the steps in front of the church, and stared at the vista below him. The desert heat seemed to intensify, and Balsam could feel sweat pouring from his armpits, and forming rivulets as it coursed down his back. Peter Balsam trudged to the top of Cathedral Hill and stared up at the forbidding stone façade of the Church of St. ![]()
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