As some of you know, I've had my fair share of encounters with the Pale Rider and managed to escape each time none the worse for wear. This time, however, Ol' Dan Ketch left a calling card. A permanent one.
On the 23rd of July, 2009 I woke up with my right hand a bit numb. I figured I'd just slept on it in a strange position or something. It didn't
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