August 10, 1:30 pm
Arkham, Massachusetts
Woods between Arkham and Marblehead
Marius Albertoni, hunter
Marius Albertoni enjoys the silence of the woods, the sounds of nature enveloping him like a blanket against the cold of society. The breeze carries the chirp of birds, rustle of squirrels, flow of distant water. This stretch of land, past the old mill ruins, near the river is a good spot for hunting. The woodsman eyes the tracks and spoor of deer.
The hunter pursues. A few more pelts and he’ll have a big enough batch to sell to the furrier in Arkham. Business is picking up with all these flappers wanting fur coats. Marius follows the trail another twenty minutes then comes upon a group of three deer. He pauses, surveying the landscape for the best place to set up a shot. A group of bushes over there, that will due.
Marius creeps over, careful not to make noise. He stays focused on the deer. Reaching the bushes, he crouches and brings the rifle to bear. Ready – aim –thud, his foot brushes a hump of body lying under the bushes!
Marius glances downs. Yes, its’s a sleeping or dead body. He glances up. The deer are about to depart.
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