St. Andrews
A Tale of Werewolf: The Forsaken
by Padraic Barrett
They say time and tide wait for no man. It waits for no beast either. James was the heart, the beat that set the rhythm for your dance between the worlds. A beat that was silenced by a silvered blade. Now across the waves a murderer awaits his execution. The memory of the beat is fading, the rhythm slowing but this last dance will carry it out. And as they say...
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