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Chapter 53 - 38

Ignoring your torn-apart, pissed-on clothes and computer, you approach Clay.

"Took you long enough," he wheezes. The old werewolf sprawls monstrously across your bed. He looks half like a Garou in crinos war-form, half like a marshmallow dropped in a campfire. His face is mostly intact, muzzle glistening wetly with blood and filth, but his lower body is a nightmare of corruption, especially his bowels, which have swollen monstrously. Your cereal bowl rests beside the bed, full of cigarette butts, and the air is hazy with tobacco smoke. Your green backpack, normally stored carefully beside the bed, is gone: either it dissolved or Scarper took it again.

"What have you found to fix this, boy?" Clay says. Black blood dribbles down his hairy chin.

"I've only started my investigation, but the dead horseman had a receipt from a gun store in Northampton, a few hours east of here." It's almost nothing, and I'm not optimistic.

"I pulled Black Tarn out of the Umbra. We both met a spirit called the Stormcat." The spiritual element seems important, but I'm not sure how.

"You and Scarper just wrecked everything I own, you assholes. And you're still begging for my help?"

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