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“I’m leaving right now. Do you want to come?” he asked.

She hesitated and looked in the backseat, and then in the front. Then at him. She held his gaze for a long while. “Where?”

“I don’t know. Just out.”

“My kids are dead,” she told him. Then she held up her slender hands like they were killing things. Her long fingernails were painted red.

“I murdered my brother,” he said, and once he said it, he started crying. “I’m alone now. I have no one.”

The passenger side was dented, so she walked over to the driver’s side and opened the door. He scooted over. “I’m not old enough to drive,” he said.

She sat down. Then she reached over and turned off the radio, which had been set to static on high volume.

Ahead of them were the woods, and then the highway. Behind them was Corpus Christi.

She was so quiet that he thought she might be a ghost. He wiped his eyes and looked at her.
Please touch me
, he wanted to say, but he was afraid.

She put her foot on the gas and they began to drive. He felt her eyes on him. Hard things, without much compassion. But thank God they were blue. “We’ll take care of each other,” she said.

He was so grateful that he was struck mute. Together they drove to the highway ramp in Bedford,

which the border guards had abandoned. When they hit New Hampshire, they saw the stopped traffic and empty cars, so they pulled onto the shoulder, and off-roaded through small towns until they picked up Route 88, and headed west. By luck or divinity, they drove through the day, and long into the night, and no one stopped them.

EPILOGUE
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t’s been two months now, and I wait for news. The streets are empty during the day, save for Tim Car- roll, who has gone mad, and still wanders Corpus Christi, searching for all those who have gone missing. My candles are almost run out. I’ve had time to think about the week that ended the world. More time than anyone should. I miss my husband. I miss my daughter, too. My leg is nearly healed, but the bone knit wrong, and I walk with a limp. To keep the savages from de- vouring his remains, I stored my husband in the cold

cellar. It awaits a proper funeral.

I’ve got a radio that receives frequencies from all over the country, and there are still some cities standing in the Midwest. But with this leg I am trapped. There is no food left, not even sacks of flour or sugar on the shelves of grocery stores. I’ve bound all the second-story win- dows with wooden planks. At night I hear them, but they never come in. The ones who survived the change don’t look human anymore. Perhaps Maddie is protect- ing me. She does not travel with the rest at night, and I often see her alone, at the door. I want to let her in.

I think about Canada. This virus can’t last forever. But there is David in California, and I imagine that he

is driving cross-country to find us. He is on his way home. I wait for him.

Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers. We lose more with each passing day. It cannot last forever. This thing that has plagued this country, this bloody civil war, must end.

But for now I wait, and light my candles, and use the days to scavenge food. I am so hungry that my finger- nails are full of holes, and my hair is falling out. My husband’s body is preserved in the cellar. I think about that, too.

Acknowledgments
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hanks to my agents, Joe Veltre and Sarah Self. For their unflagging support they deserve medals. Thanks also to my editors, Sarah Durand and Piers Blofeld, for their advice, honesty, and, ahem, patience. Thanks, finally, to Pam Spengler-Jaffee, for her dili-

gence.

I’m indebted (probably literally) to the folks at the NYU Environmental Health Science Program, particu- larly Becky Gluskin for her good cheer, Judy Zelikoff for her Organ System Toxicology class, George Thur- ston, whose weather class inspired Maddie, and Gerry Solomon for letting me into his program.

Thanks also to my writing group Who Wants Cake and its members: Dan Braum, K. Z. Perry, Stefan Pe- truca, Lee Thomas, and the captain, Nicholas Kaufmann. For their generosity, I’m also grateful to Ramsey Camp- bell, Ray Garton, Jack Ketchum, Tim Lebbon, Kelly Link, Peter Straub, and Douglas E. Winter.

Finally, a few people who’ve been there along the way: Milda Devoe, Jon Evans, Michelle and Erik Gus- tavson, Marybeth Brennan Magee and her family, Brennans and Magees, alike, Debbie Marcus, Laura and James Masterson, Marianna McGillicuddy, Kate

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Quinn, my personal hero Artie Schupbach, Lori and Ryan Stattenfield, Arlaina Tibensky, J. T. Petty, Mom and Dad, who let me use their house as a writing col- ony, Chris, Michael, and the Virginia, Massachusetts, D.C., Syracuse, and Amityville Langans. I’m very grate- ful that none of you requested, upon reading my work, that I go to a shrink. Please refrain from doing so at Thanksgiving.

About the Author
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received her MFA in fiction writing from Columbia University. She studied with Michael Cunningham, Nicholas Christopher, Helen Schulman, Susan Kenney, and Maureen Howard, among others, all of whom have been instrumental to her work. The author of
The Keeper,
she is currently at work on her third novel and is a master’s candidate in environmental medicine at NYU. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.

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chilling and extraordinary debut novel THE KEEPER

“A beautiful, suspenseful novel . . . that sets out to do exactly what it should: scare the reader with a combination of well-crafted prose

and page-turning velocity.”

Baltimore Sun

“Sarah Langan’s debut novel
THE KEEPER
kept me up, late into the night . . . I’m hoping for a whole shelf of novels by Langan,

and many other sleepless nights.”

Kelly Link, author of
Magic for Beginners

“Deft and disturbing,
THE KEEPER
twists expectations into surreal surprises.

Sarah Langan’s tale of haunted lives and landscapes is hypnotic reading.”

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New York Times Book Review

“Her book [has] a distinct and juicy flavor all its own.
THE KEEPER
begins

what should be a very fruitful career.”
Peter Straub,
New York Times
bestselling author of
In the Night Room

“Splendid . . . Echoes of Stephen King resound throughout Ms. Langan’s rich depiction

of a mill town . . . The first fruits of a most promising career.”

Washington Times

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startling images and framed by a sense of overwhelming dread. It’s really hard to believe this is a first novel.”

Jack Ketchum, author of
Offspring

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Secret Story

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“
THE KEEPER
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a good ghost story needs soul.”

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Dusk

“An astonishing first novel that had me turning pages late into the night. The book is

chilling, haunting, and so smartly written that the pages fly by like the wind. Do not read this book while you’re alone—unless you

turn on all the lights.”

Ray Garton, author of
The Loveliest Dead

“Langan’s characters come brilliantly to

life . . . This is horror on a big scale, akin to the more ambitious work of Stephen King . . . This effective debut promises great things to come.”

Publishers Weekly

“[
THE KEEPER
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

THE MISSING
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