FABRIZIO LUGLIO

We gasped loudly as we helped each other to our feet. We looked around frantically for Donna, the Pig Man, or the chaplain, but by now, only the sound of crashing waves and the frigid October wind remained. From the dock, we could see the dimly lit Bascule Bridge, which not a single car traversed. Downtown Mystic's quaint businesses were dark as well. Not a single soul strolled the sidewalks. I was surprised to find my phone still in my pocket. It was midnight... "Not yet, Father. We haven't said the words of our offering yet. Ahem. Blessed are we to free thine demons tonight." As the chaplain spoke, a lone torch illuminated the docks. From his left hand, I could make out the outline of an ax. "In the year of our lord, nineteen hundred and sixty-three, our Father of Sty made the ultimate sacrifice to embody the demons and pigs that Jesus sacrificed. We are eternally grateful and for him, we make our sacrifice to save the souls of men."

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