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“…The
Belleville townsfolk say that on a cold winter’s
night when the moon is full, you can hear the faint
whisper of bones breaking in the distance. The stench of
death hangs in the air; it fills your nostrils. You cup
your hands over your ears to protect them from the
frosty night breeze, for it carries the cries of
agony-the unheeded pleas of the doomed and dying. The
signs are dreadfully clear. The Beast from the East is
rising. And soon everyone will know…”
Jefferson L. Pennington,
"To Stop a Newfie Bullet”
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