The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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The Eliminator and the Undertaker
Edward W. L. Smith
It was in that time when most people are asleep, those
hours between two and five. But this is when the Eliminator
and the Undertaker preferred to work. The streets were
dark and mostly empty. Their work was dark. And that
work proceeded best when the crowds were least found.
"You must be the Undertaker."
He was short and bent, dressed in dark clothes. The darkness
concealed most everything else. As he turned, the highly
diffused light from the gaslight across the street revealed a
face pockmarked and unshaven.
"And you must be the Eliminator. I came as soon as I was
summoned."
They stood on either side of the body lying in the wet
street and looked down at it. They held their silence.
Finally, the Undertaker spoke. "Who was he?"
"You know that you are not to ask. The less you know, the
better."
The Undertaker chuckled, then uttered a slow and guttural
"Sorry."
"Your job is just to make things tidy."
"Oh, and that I will sir, that I will. I can see you did yours,
and I will do mine."
After a long pause, the Undertaker queried. "Where shall
I take him, sir?"
"Take him to the docks. We don't want the body found