Somewhere outside of Grantville, 1635
The night was dark. A storm was brewing in the clouds hovering over the forest. Soon, the heavens would break, and the rain would pour down in waves. Red knew that time was short. She and Ray had to move quickly or everything would be over before it ever fully began.
They, all of the members of the Monster Society, had tracked the Sasquatch to these woods. The beast had already defeated John . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff