Visions
The Shepherd Book II
A Novel by Jeffrey B. Linn
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Chapter V

While I paused in indecision, I realized that the Shepherd was standing next to me.

"Come," he said, taking my arm. When we were about mid-way up the walk, he stopped. "Observe." He continued to the door. From my position I could see what appeared to be a family, ensconced in a divan. They sat as still as death, gazing at the ever changing hues of their lantern.

The Shepherd knocked gently on the door with the top of his crook. "Hail, friends!" he called out in the sweetest tones. Their couch was but four yards from the door, yet they did not stir. Once more he rapped softly. "Come, beloved," he said. But their attention remained fixed on the lamp. Eventually the Shepherd stepped away from the door. He made a slow, weary shrug, then returned to me, his face down. When he spoke, his voice quavered.

"I make you seem as of this world. They will allow you to enter. Go. Witness."

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