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Justin blew softly on the cup of hot cocoa Robbie had fixed him. He didn't want to get burned.
"So, Sonny, you've been given the whole 'gate to the underworld' speech by these loony relatives of yours?" As Justin looked at him with a surprised look, he added, "No offense, but I don't really buy into this whole supernatural stuff myself."
Justin moved a few engine parts that cluttered up the table to put the too hot beverage down. This Robbie guy was about to reveal more stuff.
"What you've got to understand, Junior", he annoyed Justin further with one of these diminutive nicknames, "is that this town is rife with secrets. Juicy ones. And I'm not talking only about Mrs. Gunardsson sleeping -well, having sex, since it mainly takes place during the day- with her maid or Mr. Dellio embezzling his company's money. This is ordinary small town secret."
He paused, and stood to get an old leather bound book.
"There are secrets that date back to way earlier in history. There are a few things you should know first concerning how the Civil War affected this area."