Something dark is killing people in the Pale of Settlement…
The strip of Western Russia where the Czars let Jews live.
Now, perhaps you’ve heard of me, but I am Yankev ben Simcha.
I single-handedly drove out the dybbuk of Nizhan.
I made the charms that protected the home of the count of Stalia… well, I was one among many, but I did help.
When I looked up from the poor schmuck’s corpse I looked right into the eyes of another dead man, or at least a man who should be dead.
I finally found a real clue, a kid not more than a few hours dead, but that’s not all I found.
Wolves walking like men. Giants of clay brought to life by magic. Hearsay, all of it.
For a month, I’ve been following a trail of dead Yids and dark energy across these parts .
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Even the demons are afraid. And I cannot face what is coming alone.
Something dark is hunting this region. Something worse than any monster.
Dressed as a Russian officer, insisting his name is Sergei, and pointing a gun at my head.