“We finally managed to kill the damn wizard. We were already about half dead after wiping out his nuisance monsters, and he was a tough son of a bitch. Clearly, his magical protection had run out, because I got him full-on in the chest with my .12 gauge and he crumpled in a bloody, meaty mess. The dagger fell with him, clanging to the floor.
We decided I would be the one to pick it up, figuring I was probably the most mentally stable at the time–oddly enough. Sure as hell, just like that damned old book said, someone was inside. I quickly promised we’d release her and placed the blade in the protective case we’d brought.
We prepared our standard site sanitization–pouring gasoline all around the interior of the building and setting explosive charges. Then we loaded up in the truck and headed back to Mrs. Manchester’s mansion to drop the Soul Taker into the cremation oven.”–Bob Holt, Shotgun Expert, Manchester Foundation Team 2
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