~post by Steve(n)A frigid, damp breeze blows in from the swamp, dappling your shivering body with sharp pins of unforgiving moisture as an unseasonable fog unfolds over the village. One by one, marsh lights blink into existence over the haunted mire, illuminating the decomposing, alligator-torn remains of escape attempts forever fettered by their unlucky quicksand tombs. The shocking whiff of befouled rum and gunpowder, coupled with the relentless ache that smolders in the base of your skull can mean only one thing: the pirate ghosts have arrived early this year. Though they have been designated by multitude appellations over the generations – the Hoary Huntsmen, the Charnel House Charioteers, the Abattoir Tormenters, Gobblers, Satan’s Fingers, and the Hospital Bombers – one name has remained immutable since the beginning of time. If you find yourself in the vicinity of BookPeople’s cafe this Tuesday July 15th at 8PM, then…
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