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“I BELIEVE IN WITCHCRAFT! I believe in the salutogenic properties of alchemy!”
Mr. Crowley was shrieking at a young couple emerging from the Vermont/Beverly station just as Ray was getting to the surface. He could see the girl, dressed for a night out, was yanking at her boyfriend’s coat to pull them away. The kid was obviously a hothead and would get into it with anyone, even a crazy homeless man. Ray managed to grab Mr. Crowley by the lapels and pull him in the other direction before the kid overpowered his girlfriend.
“You think you can silence me?” Mr. Crowley yelled, spraying spittle into Ray’s face, “You have shaved away your Sampson strength!”
In the past day, Ray had realized how observant the homeless community really was. A shaggy look-alike version of him had fooled the p
