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The streets of this quaint little settlement are now mostly silent, as death has walked among the frightened townsfolks. Many have fled and many more are packing up to leave before the Grim Reaper comes knocking at their door.
Even the reassuring words of the Mayor, the Clergy, and even the Chief of Police, have not been able to stem the tide of fear, that runs rampant throughout this soon to be ghost town.
Beatrice Reid would be invited to move in with Mary Achtenberg over in Millersburg, and she would be so grateful for that invite. Never marrying, she would spend her remaining years yearning for her lost love, Alan Wallace.
On his way out of town, to start a small medical practice in Millersburg, Doc Otis would stop at the municipal building, where Ed Stein was slumped over on the steps, in his usual spot of course. Assisting him up, Doc would take him in and provide for his old drinking pal, as he was the only true friend Doc had.
Miller would land a detective’s position with the Millersburg P.D. Nancy and Thomas would still have their ups and downs, but would never again split up.
Mayor Carver would go live with his younger brother in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Doc Otis’ prediction that the Mayor wouldn’t see his sixty-fifth birthday would come to pass. Brent would fall ill just before his sixty-first birthday; hospitalized for three weeks, his liver failed due to complications from alcoholism.
Ronny Fairchild would be found guilty of 1st degree murder for the killing of his father. Sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, he would not serve one day in prison. The day before he was to be transferred from the jail, his lifeless body would be found early that morning in his cell. Severely beaten to the point he was almost unrecognizable. It was rumored Dick Fairchild had many fellow officers who were angered by his death, especially by his own homosexual son. His death would be ruled a suicide, to the disbelief of the few still remaining.
Good Christian folks of Saint Cloud have now tasted the sting of battle between Good and Evil, and Evil has won the day. Their religious beliefs no longer can protect them from the forces of the damned. Like as not, Saint Cloud would summarily disappear, only to be remembered and forgotten as the passage of time sails over the horizon.
But wait, let us not forget the good Father Lonigan…