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Old Gods of Appalachia
Episode 78: The Horror of Babylon
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On a mission, Polly Barrow finds an unexpected ally in the dead streets of Tourniquet.
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Steve Schell
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Marc Maron
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Steve Schell
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Steve Schell
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Marc Maron
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Steve Schell
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Bartholomew
Yeah.
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Marc Maron
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Bartholomew
Marc It's Marc Maron here, host of WTF with Marc Maron on Acast. When I started this podcast, I didn't have a lot of expectations, but Somewhere along the line, podcasting became a serious business. And if you're serious about making money doing a podcast, there's only one place to do it Acast. ACAST generates more revenue more reliably than any other platform. Join Acast, the number one podcast platform for monetization by by visiting go.acast.com WTF.
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Steve Schell
Family, won't you come with me into the darkness? Into the sweet smelling gloom of a dead mooned night, into the realm of Sucro Bay, a woman owned and operated fragrance company like no other with hand blended small batches of perfumes with names like Nightshade, Chloroform, Goth as Fuck, and I come from a long line of terrifying women. Sucrobe is your source for smelling enticing and terrifying at the same time. For more information on their world bending fragrances, as well as subscription bags and a marketplace connecting you to over 40 other indie business owners, head over to sucroba.com Suc r e a b e I l l e.com look in the show notes for a link. Come to the Dark side. We smell fantastic. Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences. So listener discretion is advised. Polly Barrow and the two hollow men who were her closest associates, Henrikis Crane and Johann Churchman, had driven deep into the wintry backwoods of Prince county, stopping in Kingston to trade their fine limousine for a brand new Ford half ton pickup with tires wrapped in heavy chains that would allow them to navigate the snow packed rural backroads of West Virginia. They were headed toward a mass grave of depleted mines and coal fields that once promised Barrow mineral resources riches beyond imagination. After a year of digging strange, incombustible lumps of inert coal from one field and pumping naturally occurring asphalt that would explode at so much as a heated word from another, such streams of profit died on the vine like unpicked tomatoes in a particularly dry season. The road to Tournicut, West Virginia was no longer maintained by the county. It would not last for much longer. The frozen roadways that snaked around and through the mountains of central West Virginia were certainly beautiful in their icy crystalline glory, but they were equally deadly. Johann Churchman was well aware of the dangers, and though they were all certain to walk away from any violence so mundane as a car crash, such an accident would cost them time in trouble. Thus his driving was measured, cautious, and tediously slow. Polly Barrow had passed the time on the long drive, reading over the message she'd received from her older brother, Conrad. According to his memo, their father had assigned each of them a task to complete while he was immersed in the unknowable depths beneath Barrow House, where he retreated to commune with those who sleep beneath. Her lovely face creased into an incredulous scowl as she mockingly read the end of her brother's telegram.
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Marc Maron
Consider it our gift to you to allow you to behold our father's true face in private. We also thought you best suited for this errand, as you were capable, durable, and cunning enough to deal with whatever may be left inside of Babylon, and the most likely of the three of us to return with Father's portrait in one piece. Who the hell does he think he is dealing with? I mean, really, sending me out into the wilds of West Virginia again? To tourniquet, no less. He knows I can't verify this task with Daddy, nor can I risk failing him again. Normally, I'd just ignore him, but I do believe the old boy might have me properly hemmed in here. Thoughts on the matter, Mr. Crane?
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Steve Schell
Henricus Crane, first among Polybarrow's hollow men, did not turn, but kept his eyes out the passenger side window, scanning the surrounding countryside for any threats. When he spoke over his shoulder, it was with a familiar deference. I do not know, ma'am. There is a portrait of your father there, though I have seen it.
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Marc Maron
Oh, have you now, Henricus? I've heard the stories about Babylon. You never struck me as the type who would patronize such a disreputable establishment.
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Steve Schell
Yes, ma'am. Though I have never partaken of the pleasures on offer at Babylon, I have provided security for your father and his guests there many times.
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Marc Maron
I never got to go. By the time my schedule had any flexibility at all, the town was a husk of its former self, and Babylon was considered horribly unfashionable. Or was it unfathomably horrible? Potato, potato. But imagine, an entire nightclub in the middle of nowhere catering to those with discriminating tastes and pleasures of the flesh. I heard there was a whole dance floor dedicated to erotic vivisection. Oh, can you picture it, Mr. Crane?
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Steve Schell
I would rather not, ma'am.
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Marc Maron
Oh, come now, Mr. Crane. You never wanted to strap someone down, still screaming and breathing, and split them open and then shove your hands in and start pulling things out just to see what happens?
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Steve Schell
I To each their own, ma'am.
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Marc Maron
I'm told there was a little voyeur's amphitheater that surrounded a place called the well of Remembrance. Patrons would bring an offering, some pathetic human I assume. And they would be forced to walk through a sort of gauntlet. The well would make them live through the most soul crushing torments of their lives over and over again, while the audience watched them suffer and slowly fall to pieces and, of course, eventually die. I am positively green with envy that you got to see such things, Mr. Crane.
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Steve Schell
It was an experience, ma'am, to be sure. I am concerned, however, your brother must know that Babylon has not been safe, not even for our kind, for many years. I would not dare to speak ill of anyone in your family.
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Marc Maron
But he's trying to kill me. I know.
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Steve Schell
And yet still we go.
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Marc Maron
Of course we go, Mr. Crane. I wouldn't respect Conrad if he didn't try to kill me at least three times a year. I don't respect Benuel at all, so I expect him to try even harder. It's nice to confirm the last remaining portrait of Daddy is hanging in the foyer, though. Is it true that he had all images of himself removed from Barrow House when he went below?
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Steve Schell
He did, Mom. Removed and burned. Most of the artists were killed. He wanted no remnant of what he called his lesser form to remain. The portrait in Babylon was likely overlooked because your father had long since become bored with its entertainments. Or perhaps by the time it was remembered, the place had become far too dangerous.
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Marc Maron
Well, then. Let's go see my daddy's handsome face before it's too late. Mr. Churchman. The next turn should be our last.
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Steve Schell
When the walls close in and the light gets swallowed and there ain't no place that feels like home.
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Bartholomew
The ones.
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Steve Schell
You love turn into strangers and you.
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Bartholomew
Cast your eyes to the winding road and keep your foot on the gas.
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Steve Schell
Your eyes straight forward clear your heart.
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Bartholomew
And mind.
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Steve Schell
Best to leave them ghosts.
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Bartholomew
Behind.
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Steve Schell
When the hearth grows cold Home is nowhere then you might as well when darkness goes around like hell. Meanwhile, hours behind Polly Barrow and her loyal underlings, her siblings made their own way through the treacherous winter night. Conrad had insisted they set out for tourniquet at once. They would not hurry, as their sister would require time to reach the place herself. And once she was inside Babylon, who knew how long it would take for the place to devour her? Still, they must verify she had been properly dealt with once and for all. At the wheel of one of the company's fleet of Fords was a slender man in a dark suit, his gloved near skeletal hands gripping the wheel at 10 and 2, his eyes locked on the road.
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Bartholomew
I don't understand why we're traveling like this, Conrad. I could have opened the ways of the dead and had us there in no time. Instead, we're packed like sardines in this infernal contraption.
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Steve Schell
As the truck's wheels skidded on a patch of ice, its rear end fishtailing for a moment, Benuel shot his brother a sour look.
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Bartholomew
Do you want to join me in the afterlife, dear brother? Why are you letting that old thing drive, anyway? He never drove farther anywhere.
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Steve Schell
The Hollow man behind the wheel briefly narrowed his eyes at Benuel in the rearview mirror, but showed no other reaction. Marcus trench had been E.P. barrow's personal hollow man, one of the earliest to volunteer to be Hollowed, and had passed into Conrad's service upon his father's ascension. Mr. Trench is a man of many talents. He is perfectly capable of getting us to our destination. Father had a whole staff of servants that catered to his needs, but I find such frivolous expenditures unnecessary. We are in good hands, brother. Thank you, sir. The Hollow Man's voice was like gravel being raked over an open wound.
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Bartholomew
I hate being cooped up like this.
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Steve Schell
Are you sure I can't just go on ahead?
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Bartholomew
I could pass right through the side of this mountain and meet you there. No.
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Steve Schell
The collapse of Babylon has rendered the entire region unstable. Who knows what might happen if you passed through the mountain and came out too close to the town? It might decide you were an offering or worse.
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Bartholomew
No.
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Steve Schell
This is a family matter, and we will suffer through it together. It's similar to the new protocol I've been developing with the cattle in the lower offices. I put them in miserable situations where the only way out is to work as a unit in order to comply with senseless, petty instructions that yield no real result other than meeting some arbitrary goal that we don't actually measure. It breaks their spirits in a whole new way and all but ensures their utter compliance. I call it team building. It's providing extraordinary results. We will see this through together. Or, much like the lads in Accounts Receivable, we will die trying. In the deep snows of West Virginia, Johan Churchman drew his party's vehicle to a careful stop on what was once the vibrant, bustling downtown of Tournicut, West Virginia. The sun hung low in the sky as the horizon called in to its bosom, the air growing ever colder. Little evidence remained of the public houses and brothels that had lined the main thoroughfare of what was essentially a red light district the size of an Appalachian coal town. Even the brick and mortar structures had crumbled under the weight of weather and time. Some had been crushed by fallen trees years ago, others swallowed by sinkholes or struck by lightning and left in ashes. Snow covered it all now, a suffocating blanket of white obscuring all but the strip of the ground beneath the truck's wheels. The once busy boardwalk was barely a visible footpath, the ice cloaked green encroaching on all sides, slowly erasing the town's existence distance. A single building remained, largely intact, a malignant tumor thrust up from the ground in defiance of the healthy growth on all sides. It was a squat structure painted stovepipe black with one word stenciled in white faded letters over the simple iron door. Babylon. Polly Barrow clapped like a child on Christmas morning, excitement overcoming her usual icy composure as she stepped from the truck. Oh, there it is.
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Marc Maron
A little underwhelming, but still exciting. Was the facade any different when you came here with my father? Mr. Crane? Mr. Crane? Mr. Crane?
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Steve Schell
When there was no reply, Polly glanced around her. To her surprise, the two hollow men were gone. The only answer came from an onslaught of huge wet snowflakes that poured from the heavens like powdered sugar on a funnel cake.
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Marc Maron
Mr. Crane. Mr. Churchman. Mr. Churchman. Mr.— Crane.
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Steve Schell
No one answered her calls, the heavy cloak of snow swallowing her words in an almost reverent silence. Looking behind her, she could still see the truck where they'd left it parked on the street. But there was no sign of either of her men. Their footprints were rapidly filling with snow, as if the wintry green itself had reached out and erased her hollow men the same way it was erasing the town of Tourniquet. And now she and Babylon stood facing each other, twin monstrosities from different eras, built by the same loving hands. She had begun to take a step toward the door when the smell hit her, the musk of an animal, large and powerful, but more than that, infused deep into the scent, was the primal heat of the soil, of tree SAP and the ever burning sun. It was a smell of clean running rivers and wind, touched by the silvery light of a full moon. It was the smell of life and death and the endless cycle of the green. Polly spun around, drawing on the well of darkness buried deep within her heart, preparing herself for combat, her bone armor tingling beneath her soft pale skin, ready to erupt at a moment's notice. She expected a great beast, or perhaps some witch's snare that her brother had led her into, but instead all she found was a man. A tall man with dark skin and a darker beard who wore a modest but well cut suit. He stared past her at the Looming black edifice at the end of the street. There were tears running down his face, and he looked very tired. He turned eyes upon her that held both sadness and fury, seeming both puzzled and enraged at her presence. His voice was low and warm, but there was an edge to it that terrified Polly. She felt as though she had stumbled upon a wounded animal that was far stronger and more dangerous than she, even as it bled.
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Bartholomew
Hail Polly, daughter of Elias, called pretty by those who think you, wretched, true heir to the deepest grave, defiler of families, slayer of children, iron boned blade of your father and abomination before the Green. I see you. I name you. And I ask you now, girl, can you give me a single reason why I should not kill you where you stand?
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Steve Schell
Polly Barrow, deadliest weapon in the arsenal of the Barrow family, looked up into the face of an avatar of the grave Green and was lost. Her mind reeled. This man. His power. She shook her head, trying to make sense of the aura that radiated from the figure before her. He was no mere man, and he was simply more than of the Green. Somehow he was the Green. How could she stand against it?
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Bartholomew
You see me now, do you, girl? Look upon me and see the face of all you have set out to dominate and control and enslave. See me and see the forest you've burned, the men you've entombed in the mountain's belly. Do you see the widows and the orphans, the lives you've destroyed? And for what? Money? Power? Ah, promises whispered to your lunatic father while he swings through the darkness in his pretty box. I will give you one chance and one chance only, you vile thing. Walk away. I have more important matters to attend to than ridding the world of the likes of you.
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Steve Schell
The tall man turned from her, his gaze returning to Babylon, his expression a mask of helpless sadness framed in lines of disbelief and shame.
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Marc Maron
So. So you aren't here from me.
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Bartholomew
What interest have I in one such as you? You will be dealt with in your own time. And without my help, I expect. I am here to witness the death of this place. To honor it with a proper burial.
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Marc Maron
You were mourning the death of Babylon. We built this place and it failed. From what I can see, it appears your lot is taking it back. What is there for you to mourn? You've won.
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Steve Schell
A flash of blue white light illuminated the windows of Babylon, and the ground shook. The black bricks shuddered but did not fall.
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Bartholomew
The thing that resides within yon building was once its own dominion, a living, breathing, sentient part of the Green. A wild and dangerous ground that would torment the minds of men if they wandered into its clutches. For there are places in this world that men were never meant to see. But you and your family were not men. Not exactly. You carved this place out of that patch of feral green and bent it to your will. You fed it the minds and bones of your victims and your lovers until it lost itself. You caged it and twisted into something I barely recognize. When the building falls, it will be loosed upon the world, and I do not know how to stop the destruction it will cause before it dies. How do I kill a piece of myself? I know few of sufficient power and strength that stand against it, and even they would likely be lost.
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Steve Schell
Polly stared up at the structure thoughtfully. She had been unaware of Babylon's origins, though it made sense, given the tales she'd heard. No wonder Conrad had sent her to this place. He expected she would be consumed by it as so many others before her thought he could tempt her into carelessness with promises of their father's portrait. And he had nearly succeeded. Nearly, but not quite. She had come here expecting to walk away victorious, and she still planned to. Yet it wouldn't hurt to have a little insurance policy in her back pocket. She turned back to the man, observing all the old courtesies as she addressed him.
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Marc Maron
I see you know my name, stranger, and thus you have me at a disadvantage. May I know yours?
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Bartholomew
You know me well enough, Polly Beryl. But in the interest of conversing with ease, mortal folks have called me Bartholomew. You may address me so.
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Marc Maron
Very well. I am prepared to offer you a bargain, Bartholomew.
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Bartholomew
What could you offer that I would want, Miss Beryl?
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Steve Schell
Polly nodded up at the facade of Babylon.
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Marc Maron
I was sent here to die. Oh, it's true. My brothers have been trying to kill me since the day I took my first steps. They look at me and see all the love our father never gave them. They look at their own wretched lives and know that when the great darkness falls, they will be cast down like all flesh. There's no shame in it. It's just how they are. They can't kill me themselves, so they are relying on this entity you describe to do the job for them. I came here to. Well, to make a bit of a point. It just so happens that our interests coincide. If you allow me to pass, I swear to you that I will do my utmost to destroy the cage that imprisons a part of you if I have to tear it down brick by brick.
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Bartholomew
You believe you can stand against it?
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Marc Maron
Let's Just say I have abundance motivation.
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Bartholomew
And if you die in the attempt?
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Marc Maron
Then I die. I don't anticipate failure, but if so, I would appreciate it if you'd allow my associates, assuming they're still alive, to leave this place unmolested.
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Bartholomew
The things that serve you are whole and will remain unharmed.
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Marc Maron
Then we have it. Deal. Shake on it.
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Steve Schell
The Avatar of the Green eyed her outstretched hand with distaste and spat on the ground.
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Bartholomew
My word is enough. But I wish you luck, Daughter of Elias.
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Steve Schell
With a final grief stricken glance up at the hulking structure before them, the construct known to mortals as Bartholomew turned his back on the scene and disappeared into the swirling snow. Polly Barrow eyed the building, surprised to find that she was smiling, albeit grimly. She always enjoyed a challenge, and this might even be fun. She lifted her chin and strode across the snow packed earth to the black iron door and grasped the hand handle in a gloved hand. Even through the thick fur lined leather, she could feel the chill that radiated from its surface. It occurred to her that the latch might be frozen, but it yielded to her slightest touch and the door swung open without so much as a creak. Peering through the open portal, Polly saw nothing but unrelieved, inky no darkness. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Well, hey there family. Ms. Polly Barrow is up to her eyeballs in trouble. This go around the green to the left of her, her siblings to the right, and here she is stuck in the middle with us. What secrets lie inside of Babylon, do you think y'all just gonna have to come back next time and find out? Now won't you Wrap this baby up? I think you will. Speaking of wrapping up stories, our family over in the holler just got the final episode of part three of our anthology of Animal Companion stories, Familiar and beloved. That means there are now three complete story arcs featuring Emmaline Underfoot, the gray ghost of Black Mountain, that fearless and good boy Sam from over in Baker's Gap. And now a tale of the Walker's very own house cat, Vespertilio, totaling over six hours of amazing adventures of our furry footed friends on top of so much more content available exclusively for paid subscribers. Head on over to oldgodsofappalachia.com theholler and move on in today. Now this is your did you ever think you'd see pretty Polybarrow and Brother Bartholomew face to face reminder that Old Gods of Appalachia is a production of Deep Nerd Media and is distributed by Rusty Quill. Our theme song is by Brother Landon Blood. And our outro music is by those poor bastards. Today's story was written by Steve Shell and Cam Collins. The voice of Pretty Polly Barrow is Tracy Johnston Crumb. The voice of brother Bartholomew is Dr. Ray Christian. The voice of Conrad Barrow is Cecil Baldwin. And the voice of Benuel Barrow is Brandon Bentley. We'll talk to you soon, family. Talk to you real soon.
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Bartholomew
The hunt it is over the Lord.
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Steve Schell
He won't answer the walls run with blood. Oh, this house is a cancer and in this abyss I've lost all control Is this path to glory itself so hard to tell?
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Bartholomew
Through God's dark heaven go I Go I Through God's dark heaven go I.
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Steve Schell
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Marc Maron
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Steve Schell
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Steve Schell
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Bartholomew
Wouldn't.
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Marc Maron
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Steve Schell
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Marc Maron
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Bartholomew
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