The air was very silent and you could hear the cricket bats but more slowly than before: pick, pock. The particular judgement was over and the soul had passed to the abode of bliss or to the prison of purgatory or had been hurled howling into hell. "Nobody but me, till now, has ever heard. There would be cloudy grey light over the playgrounds.
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