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Months it has taken.
Months of meticulous research…
Meetings in the darkest of disreputable corners where conspiracies are born and take fevered flight across stormy nights.
All roads lead to the lair of the Black Beast.
That fell apparition has stalked a thousand and one fetid nightmares…
But no longer.
Somewhere in that fog she lurks.
Poised and ready to pounce.
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