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It was obvious Brenda wouldn't buy any of them anyway. |
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The setting was straight out of a low budget horror film. The rain had stopped for the moment, but a raw wind was whipping in off the bay and the temperature had dropped several degrees since we had left the motel. Despite the wind, the cloud deck had dropped another couple of hundred feet, and I had the uneasy feeling that the clouds were low enough for me to reach up and wring the moisture out of them. |
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B.C.'s description had been fairly accurate. Several small trees had been uprooted, and there were some decidedly nasty gouges in the earth as though some rather large creature had tried to claw holes in the surface. For an area of about 50 feet in diameter, the ground appeared to be charred. I couldn't find a single surviving blade of grass. |
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The area where Carson's mare had been killed was actually a small hollow with rock-studded hills swelling up on three sides and the fourth sloping away to the rocky beach of the bay. Further west, I would estimate no more than a quarter of a mile, there were a number of jagged outcroppings, columnar rock formations that jutted some 40 or 50 feet in the air. The bases of the formations were guarded by dense clusters of rock pine and white birch. In the gray shadows of the rainy late after- |
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