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and over in my mindthat horrible foul-smelling something, plundering, destroying." |
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"When did you realize that what happened at Battle Harbor wasn't a singular event, that it was actually one in a continuing . . . ?" |
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"I was twenty, working in the cannery in Saint John's. A friend, named Concha, told me about a sister that lived in a small commune in Quebec. She said the commune was decimated by a madman. Somehow, Concha's description of what had happened to those gentle people catapulted me back into my own memories, and I saw similarities. I wondered even then if this madness would continue. I began to read, and it wasn't long till I came to the same conclusions that brought you here. You see, Mr. Wages, I too knew that they would return, and like you, I know the time is now." |
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"Are you aware that they killed a man this afternoon, a local fellow by the name of Percy Kramer ?" |
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Kelto accepted' the news stoically. "I find it interesting that you refer to them as 'they'," he offered evenly. He sighed and closed his haunted eyes. "You see, Mr. Wages, I did not come here to solicit your help. Quite the contrary, I came to ask you to stay out of it. I understand now. I know what I must do." Satisfied he had said all he wanted to say, he pushed himself |
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