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Sultry weather falls across the land—yet Halloween hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize our North Brooklyn ‘hood. And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down, must stand and face the shutdown of the L and rot inside Williamsburg’s shell. The foulest stench is in the air, the funk of Newtown Creek’s years. And grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing…

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