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... the truck we were in a fight.
Even with the spotlight aimed at the door, preventing the Grotesques inside from pouring out, there were still those coming from the graveyard around us. There were dozens of them.
I had a hammer in each hand. My gun wouldn’t do me much good here. I needed to make every hit count because even with the buffs I had gotten, even with Arthur sharing his Mind Over Monster trope, I had to hit them in just the right spot to get them to go down. If I hit liv ...
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