Calvary Alley
All the tired feet that once plodded home from factory and foundry all the unsteady feet that staggered in from saloon and dance-hall all the fleeing feet that sought a hiding place have long since passed away and left no record of their passing. Only that one small footprint with its perfect outline still pauses on its way out of the alley into the great world beyond. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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