Pet Sematary - Stephen King [189]
what you own will come back to you, Louis Creed thought.
He did not turn around but only looked at his cards as the slow, gritting footsteps approached. He saw the queen of spades. He put his hand on it.
The steps ended directly behind him.
Silence.
A cold hand fell on Louiss shoulder. Rachels voice was grating, full of dirt.
Darling, it said.
-February 1979-December 1982
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Table of Contents
PART ONE
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PART TWO
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PART THREE
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EPILOGUE