“So,” the toothless villager holding a blazing torch aloft asked, “the monster is dead then, burned to death in the windmill?”
“Yes,” replied a hump-backed villager also carrying a bright torch, “Frankenstein’s creature is buried under the wreckage of the mill; let us move on to find the werewolf terrorizing the village.”
“The werewolf,” a third, limping villager with a sputtering torch answered, “was killed earlier this evening, beat to death by a silver-headed cane…
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