Short Story Saturday – The Werewolf Howls by Clifford Ball

The Werewolf HowlsBY CLIFFORD BALLThe men who were waiting for that wolf had silver bullets in their muskets. Twilight had come upon the slopes of die vineyards, and a gentle, caressing breeze drifted through the open casement to stir into further disorder the papers upon the desk where Monsieur Etienne Delacroix was diligently applying himself. He…

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