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I raised my musket and took aim striking the beast between the eyes and felled it with one shot. But the horror had only just begun. There before me on the barn floor lay my father in a pool of his own blood. He had been the beast all along. My mother came to his side and held his head. His dying mouth opened slowly with sharp teeth still hungry for…
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