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The building had been at the end of the road for as long as anyone could remember. Even though it was located somewhat centrally in the town, provisions and restrictions placed on the land by the deed prevented any serious encroachment of development around the land. A small cemetery placed at the rear of the building proved to be an additional and effective deterrent, even though it was an incidental deterrent. Thus, as the town grew, the building remained the one which everyone understood to be the church at the end of the dirt road. It was known as such even long after its services had ended and the property fell into private hands. Over time, series of new owners had respected the terms of the deed and did not parcel the land for development. Trees that bordered the property were allowed to grow into a wooded area, except to allow a buffer around the church. The cemetery was kept neat and groomed. The first owners of the church, who purchased

Tom adjusted his clothing for a final time before leaving his room. The need for it was a matter of opinion. Regardless, he wanted everything to be just right. He took the ring from its table and set it in his pocket, taking care to place it by itself and securely so it wouldn’t fall. He ran down the stairs, and quickly ate a light breakfast. His mother noticed the meager portion of a small sausage, two bites of cheese, and a quarter of a grapefruit. “Tom,” she interrupted him as he started to launch himself out of his seat. “Have some more breakfast, please.” Tom slowed slightly. “Sorry, Mum, it’s okay, not too hungry now, lots to do, don’t worry, I’m alright and I’ll bring some food along.” He said this breezily, as he moved like a wind through the kitchen to gather the ingredients of a lunch. He took a small loaf of honeyed bread with him. He completed his circuit of the kitchen, then kissed his mother’s cheek. “Thank you