Marshal Johnson motioned for me to stay put and walked in carefully, not knowing what to expect. He had his hand on his service pistol just in case my father was in a dangerous state.
I was drawn to that doorway just as surely as those flies. As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I was paralyzed by what I saw.
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