Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

The air. Come in. Welcome.

I'm E.G. Marshal.

Shepherd of this far-flung flock that assembles regularly at this time and in this place to indulge in our mysterious devotions. While might may not make right, it can and often does make just about everything else.

In a very real sense, the story of our alleged civilization is a story that has been created by armed men.

Although the eminent Mr. Bulwer Lytton may have said that the pen is mightier than the sword,

it should be noted that he used a knife to sharpen his quill.

And after all, when you come to think of it, our country and practically every other country in the world still spends more money for guns than for almost everything else put together.

Any special orders today, Frank?

Nothing. It's quiet. This should be one of them nice, peaceful days of policemen's delight.

Yeah, I hope so, Frank.

Anything wrong, Eddie?

Well, is it possible to know when the last day of your life has arrived?

No, it isn't possible.

I got this funny feeling.

Yeah?

Right now, if I close my eyes, I see myself walking a beach.

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