It starts with th'dreams.
They come back, hard, makin' him wake up covered in sweat, gaspin' for air, feelin' the sick burning pain that is no legs, they get him hearin' explosions when there ain't none, they get so that every time he closes his eyes he sees the preacher-man smilin' while blood runs from the mouths of thousands of people, all of
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