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les prometo que hoy leo perdón por ser una fracasada

CONT: Oh boy. And even if the cave is empty forever, there are the dreams. And the memories. There's Homer Gamache, for instance, beaten to death with his own prosthetic arm. Because of you, Thad. All because of you.

CONT: Standing next to you is like standing next to a cave some nightmarish creature came out of. The monster is gone now, but you still don't like to be too close to where it came from. Because there might be another. Probably not; your mind knows that, but your emo-tions—they play a different tune, don't they?

Thad nodded. "I understand."
No you don't, Alan thought. You don't understand what you are, and I doubt that you ever will. Your wife might... although I wonder if things will ever be right between the two of you after this, if she'll ever want to understand, or dare to love you again. Your kids, maybe, some-day... but not you, Thad.

And Thad suddenly understood
(I won't go back) what was happening here.
The psychopomps, of course, had come to serve as George Stark's escort. George Stark's escort back to Endsville; back to the land of the dead.