The dew had settled, the birds had almost finished singing and the world was just now deciding if it was right with it all. 7 o'clock in the morning, give or take, because clocks and watches never kept accurate time, and it was that time was in the middle of nowhere Kansas, a tiny place called Bentwater, which was more like a whistle stop than a
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