Stories: Hello, Tall Dark and Stormy

It was a dark and stormy night--but even as he crept through alternating patches of darkness and flashes of lightning towards the open library door, he was unafraid, because he clutched in his hand a sturdy Cross pen, ready to prove that the pen could be as lethal as the sword--if delivered with a sharp jab to the left occipital lobe in a pitched battle with whoever was rifling through Jeremiah Johnston's rare books and papers, doubtless by order of someone who was willing to kill for them.

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