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Thisbookincludes:
•Acomprehensivelookatthe
spiritrelectionoftheWorldof
Darkness,designedformortal
andsupernaturalchronicles
alike
•Extendedrulesontheinter-
playbetweentheleshandthe
spirit,providingwaystouse
spiritsandthespirit-touchedin
anychronicle
•Avarietyofmortalperspec-
tives,aswellasanextensivese-
lectionofantagoniststhatcome
fromtheotherside
•Newspirits,Ridden,rulesand
settinglorefor Vampire: The
Requiem ®, Werewolf: The
Forsaken ®, Mage: The
Awakening ®andmore
For use with the World of Darkness Rulebook
PRINTED IN CANADA
www.worldofdarkness.com
978-1-58846-490-3 WW55202 $29.99 US
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AARON DEMBSKI BOWDEN- WAYNE PEACOCK-
PETER SCHAEFER AND CHUCK WENDIG
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Prologue: Get Away
From Weird Tales of Georgia (unpublished manuscript)
“Flames of Smithonia Bridge,” by Edward Holcomb
October 19, 1980
Near the small Georgia town of Monticello, workers
completed the Smithonia Mill Bridge in 1922 — the longest
single-span covered bridge in Georgia. The DOT rebuilt the
bridge in ’54, removing its claim to fame by building a
large support pillar in the center of the stream. Perhaps
the original builders respected the waters more, but
whether out of ignorance or sheer bad luck, that column
made the terrible events of this story possible.
A family called the Ebberds lived on the north bank
of Smithonia Creek, just pass the hairpin turn on the old
road. They worked the cotton mill there until it closed in
1937. They were mostly good people, faithful attendees of
the Smithonia Baptist Church, both married and buried their
people there. All their children were saved beneath the
Smithonia Mill Bridge. The Ebberds boys went off to wars,
and they were mostly good to their women. But that was only
until Lemuel Ebberds came along in 1936. Lem couldn’t read
too well, even though he was the product of a 4th-grade
education, but he bought every printed thing he could about
the gangsters like Dillinger and Pretty Boy Floyd. Lem
dreamed of escaping his boring life and the rules that his
folks tried to beat into him. He dreamed of the freedom of
the road, and the life of fast cars and guns won his
heroes.
In ’52, a flatbed truck came to Macon bearing the
shot-up remains of Bonnie and Clyde’s car — the notorious
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“Death Car,” in a promotion for new documentary about all
of his favorite gangsters, Killers All. The movie was
terrible, but Lem remembered the thrill as he slipped the
man an extra 10 cents to run his hands over the rippled
green metal. Lem cut his index finger after sticking it
into one of the holes left by the .45 caliber bullets. He
thought about the fact that his blood may have mingled with
theirs, his heroes. Lem felt a stirring then of something
deep inside of his soul. That experience was so much more
powerful than his dunking in the cold waters of the creek
beneath the bridge. Lem told his mother that this shedding
of blood was his true baptism.
Life definitely changed for Lem after that. He fell in
with the Donnely boys, moonshiners. He was drinking by the
time he was 13 and driving liquor into Atlanta three years
later. Good-for-nothing Lem, as his family called him, was
good at bootlegging. His mama cried her eyes out over how
her boy had gone bad. But Lem was good enough at
running moonshine that by ’57 he could afford to buy his
own car, a Chevy Bel Air, complete with the optional 283
cubic-inch Super Turbo-Fire V-8 engine. Lem loved that car,
and he painted “My Get Away” over the roomy trunk.
He wanted people to read that before he let them eat his
red Georgia dust.
The rains of the spring of ’59 poured into the
headwaters of Smithonia Creek, and the creek swelled full
but hungrier still. Its clay-stained waters ate away at the
rough banks with teeth of foam, and rocks lifted from their
beds. The roots of hickory and scrub pine were washed bare,
and the trees toppled into its waters. A wall of deadfalls
swam free, and these new victims of the flood hit the new
support pillar on the Smithonia Mill Bridge as if the creek
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