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I know it's not Ruin or Detective Rarity... again. Sorry. I just wanted to write something fun. I hope you all find it fun, too.

-RB

Previously, on The Shadow God:

La finale!

And now:

Welcome back. Did you miss me? I missed you.

This is the wrap-up, the place where we take The Shadow God apart and talk about why it does and doesn't work. If you're new to this series, I recommend you go and start from chapter one. Or not. Do as your prerogative tells you.

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

The boss rush!

And now:

Craig awakens in the blue sky-ed, green pasture-ed, cave-nearby-ed scenery of his dreams.

Maybe THIS is a dream, Craig.
No, it wasn’t. He could tell it wasn’t because each breath he drew felt like sucking in clean, crisp oxygen from a tank. It was the freshest air he had ever breathed. It infiltrated his lungs, filling them with a kind of innovativeness he had never felt before.

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

Spelunking!

And now:

The chapter begins where we left off: Craig and Todd have just discovered that the cave they were exploring leads to Father Spiers' church.

Craig opens the door a little and peeks inside. He sees that almost the entire town is there, sitting in the pews, facing Father Spiers and a man Craig doesn't recognize but who is surely Ridley.

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

Sledgehammers!

And now:

We resume our tale of woe and misery with Craig and Todd on the ground, Detective Eubanks pointing a gun at them. He wants to know what they know.

The detective kept his pistol poised on Craig. “My … partner …” Eubanks wiped his mouth. “My partner …” he began again.
“Are you talking about Underwood?” Craig asked. “What about the prick?”
“D-d-deeead!” Eubanks spat, wiping his mouth again.

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

Detective Underwood took a nap!

And now:

We open with Underwood pulling up outside of Mark's house. He briefly wonders if potentially contaminating a crime scene is worth it, but the idea of becoming sheriff drives those thoughts away. He goes inside and heads down into the basement.

“Pssst!”
Underwood turned behind him, drawing his gun, glad that he didn’t forget it. Who was that?
“Pssst! Over here!”

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

Just stay dead, would you?

And now:

Only five chapters to go, folks!

We begin with Craig and Todd, who have just exited the library. Even after all they've been through, Todd doesn't want to go to the Dead Woods.

Seriously, though, when your dad was talking about his dreams, did it never occur to you that the woods he was seeing might have been the spooky, cursed woods?

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

Ugh.

And now:

Quick summary of the previous chapter for anyone who skipped: Craig and Todd got away from Detective Underwood. Mark crossed the moral event horizon. Mark and Kristy were killed by Ridley.

Let us speak of it no more.

This chapter is called "A History Lesson", and begins with Craig once again dreaming of the same place he always seems to dream of:

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

A whole bunch of murder!

And now:

Before we begin, I just want to warn everyone: this chapter contains a depiction of a sexual assault. I'm adding this warning in so it doesn't take anyone who might not be okay with that by surprise. I'm not going to show any of it, but please skip this chapter if you need to. I'll provide a summary of the key points in the beginning of the next chapter for you.

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Previously, on The Shadow God:

Three for the price of one!

And now:

The chapter opens with Craig and the Blood Bros burying the old man's body in Mark's back yard.

“What if he comes back?” Todd asked, his voice taking on a frightened edge.
“Look,” said Mark. “I can assure you this ain’t no Pet Sematary.”

Oh, believe me, I've noticed.

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