I have acquired Kair Zar, issue 237 to be exact, and it scares the hell out of me.

I'm a collector, you see, of rare comics.

Well, not really a collector.

I never keep them for very long, you see.

I prefer to sell rare comics and mundane comics for a profit.

I buy them from Goodwill, garage sales, estate sales, anywhere I can buy cheap and sell high.

I'm in it for the profit, pure and simple.

But today I may have found something I wasn't meant to own.

Briar Cliff Estates was having an estate sale and I knew there would be some interesting pieces

there.

Mr Briar had died at the ripe old age of 103 and he Mr. under mysterious circumstances and Briarcliff had gained an air of mystery ever since.

It was said that his house was full of things, everything from antiques and collectibles to

downright garbage and I wanted to have a look. The sale was even grander than I expected.

There were holes cluttered with antique furniture, shelves full of books,

antique kitchen appliances, Persian rugs, strange art and art articles from around the world.

All the trash had been cleared away and all the items for sale had been tagged and were displayed.

A large crowd had gathered I saw and I was more than a little

interested in some of the books for my shop. The auctions seemed like a total waste of time,

right up until the last lot. The antique furniture went first, then the old

cards from the garage, then the rugs, the appliances, and strange antiquities. Some of them were pretty grisly. Apparently Mr. Breyer had been a world

traveler in his youth and he had picked up things from Africa, Russia, Germany and China with an eye

towards the occult. I actually found myself bidding on a wand made of pure ivory,

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