Barely illumined by the ghostly light he set there, robed and muffled in red. Now Egrik knew a deep and true fear, but he didn't show it. He reached for the sword lying on the seat next to him, that hadn't been there a moment before. The one in red didn't even twitch. Egrik raised the sword in defense. Still the one in red was still. Egrik started to swing, and then everything went black for him.
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Detective Rogers looked up from examining the corpse as the other policeman spoke to him.
"No", he said, "I don't know where the sword came from, or what it was doing there. But I have another mystery for you. Take a look at these puncture wounds. They weren't made by that sword, or by any knife."
"I have a nasty suspicion he did that with his fingers."
| Saturday, November 15, 1997 |
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