The Fog Page #4

Cabin and steering house are empty.

Maybe somebody picked them up.

There's water in the generator.

But the deck is dry as a bone.

There you have it. My next project.

Restoration of the

Morgantown Road cemetery.

- It's historical, our ancestors...

- It'd cost a lot.

So? This town should be proud of its past.

But trying to get anyone involved

in community affairs is like pulling teeth.

- Get estimates ready for the next meeting.

- Yes, ma'am.

You're the only person who can make

"yes, ma'am" sound like "screw you".

Yes, ma'am.

Say a little prayer,

asking that he not be in his cups.

Not a good sign.

Father Malone.

- Hello?

- Another bad sign.

You try the study and I'll look up front.

- Jesus. Father, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Mrs Williams.

- Mrs Williams...

- Are you all right?

I have something to show you.

"December nine.

"Met with Blake this evening

for the first time.

"He stood in the shadows to prevent me

from getting a clear look at his face.

"What a vile disease this is.

"He is a rich man with a cursed condition.

"But this does not prevent him

from trying to better his situation

"and that of his comrades at the colony."

Every single gauge is broken.

The glass is shattered.

- Remind you of something?

- Last night.

Your truck.

Thermometer's broken.

Mercury's stuck at 20 degrees.

There's no water got in here

but something awful cold did.

"December 11.

Blake's proposition is simple.

"He wants to move off Tanzier Island

"and relocate the entire colony

just north of here.

"He has purchased a clipper ship,

"called the Elizabeth Dane,

with part of his fortune

"and asks only for permission to settle here.

"I must balance my feelings

of mercy and compassion

"toward this poor man

"with my revulsion at the thought

of a leper colony

"only a mile distant."

It's rusted to the wall.

It was on.

- They drank a lot of beer last night.

- Every night.

What's it like?

The room always starts spinning...

I mean fishing.

- You fish.

- The only thing I know about fishing

is you use a lot of worms.

Saltwater.

She was clean two nights ago, I checked,

and now it's as if she's been turned over

in the water.

"April 20. The six of us met tonight.

"From midnight until one o'clock,

"we planned the death of Blake

and his comrades.

"I tell myself that Blake's gold

will allow the church to be built

"and our small settlement

to become a township

"but it does not soothe the horror that I feel,

"being an accomplice to murder."

Now what?

Wait for the coastguard.

- I'm sorry.

- What for?

Since you picked me up,

things have been going wrong.

The clock, the windows breaking,

the weirdo at the door last night.

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