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The monster of Vermont
As soon as Ryder briefed Mortimer about the killings which had taken place in Vermont, he packed his belongings and set out to deal with the monster. The Reaper had a hunch that it wasn't just a crazy monster attack, but was connected to a deeper conspiracy. It was well past noon when Mortimer arrived in Vermont. The frigid tranquility of the snow capped peaks and white washed glades seemed to hide something dark under their icy sheets. It was an hour's drive to the Stratton Mountains, the place where the bizarre killings had occurred. The man who had contacted Ryder was one of the owners of a newly established ski resort. As Mortimer walked up to the ski resort, he was greeted by an Indian man in his late 50s, with a thick black beard and bushy moustache. Dressed in a pinstripe suit
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