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One for the Road to Carcosa
When the stars are finally right, my thirsty witnesses, you really shouldn't face them on an empty glass.
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When the stars are finally right, my thirsty witnesses, you really shouldn't face them on an empty glass.
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Would you let the death of a teenage lifeguard ruin the start of the 1985 summer season in Pennsauken, NJ?
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The artifact arrived on my desk at some point between the second and third pot of coffee. No postage. The cover was damp, though it hadn't rained in Pennsauken for eleven days. I wiped it down, read it through twice, and am pleased to report that whatever it tracked in with it from wherever it came from has so far declined to spread to the filing system.
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→ Read DispatchThe artifact currently staining my desk is a campaign of three parts named 'The Order of the Stone'. A classic mystery that begs the question "What if Agatha Christie were a Great Old One?"
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→ Read DispatchAfter a grueling shift, you wait at a soggy New Jersey bus stop, lost in memories of a sunny, carefree summer. Suddenly, you’re jolted back to reality by a mysterious note from “Mr. Trueman—An Actual Human!” Horror dawns: the local marsupials have embraced mercantilism!
→ Read DispatchBride of the Underground is the first issue in the It’s a Mystery label, uncovering brutal murders—past, present, and future—hidden beneath the bustling Parkside Plaza Subway Station. This setting plunges sleuths into the depths of a subway station concealing a long-buried secret.
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