Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field 1889

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Miss Flitworth gave him a panicky look but put the unconscious child on Binky’s back and climbed up after her. Then Bill Door brought his hand down hard on the horse’s flank. There at least there was contact - Binky existed in all worlds.
Go!
He left it when they brought him back,
was his scythe; not the one he’d carefully prepared. but the one he’d used
for the harvest. What edge it had had been achieved only by the whetstone
and the caress of the stalks, but it was a familiardidn’t look around but darted on up the road towards the farm.A weapon!Something he could hold!The only weapon in the undead world was in the hands of the new Death. As Bill Door ran he was aware of a faint, higher-pitched clicking noise. He looked down. The Death of Rats was keeping pace with him. It gave him an encouraging squeak.He skidded through the farm gate and flung himself against the wall.There was the distant rumble of the storm. Apart from that, silence. He relaxed slightly, and crept cautiously along the wall towards the back of the farmhouse.He caught a glimpse of something metallic. Leaning against the wall there. where the men from the village had