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- Now the beast collapses . . . shudders once . . . and dies.
- Mr. Coslaw stares at it, open-mouthed.
- Marty turnes to Uncle Al, the smoking gun in his hands. His face looks tired . . .
- but at peace.
- "Happy New Year, Uncle Al, " he says, "it's dead. The Beast is dead." And then he
- begins to weep.
- On the floor, under the mesh of Mrs. Coslaw' s best white curtains, the werewolf has
- begun to change. The hair which has shagged its face and body seems to be pulling
- in somehow. The lips, drawn back in a snarl of pain and fury, relax and cover the
- shrinking teeth. The claws melt magically away to fingernails ... fingernails that
- have been almost pathetically gnawed and bitten.
- The Reverend Lester Lowe lies there, wrapped in a bloody shroud of curtain, snow
- blowing around him in random patterns .
- December
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