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Brom
He watched the townspeople run to the body, watched them run away, watched them come back with friends. There was wild speculation about the cause, but to him it was obvious.
"I seen my share of violence," he told no one in particular, "But this' no man's doing. It some monsterous daemon curse he gone drawn upon this place, I tell you. And bet you that nosy girl Drancy's where the devil's hiding, trying work out just what we suspect with her questioning."
He nodded fiercely, then added: "If this a regular bear or wolf's doing, they eat him or drag him off like old Greg when we up there in Thonsbury pass. It's a curse, I tell you that much."
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