читать дальшеShadwell shook his head. "I've got some pins," he suggested. "And the Thundergun of Witchfinder-Colonel Ye-Shall-Not-Eat-Any-LivingThing-With-The-BloodNeither-Shall-Ye-Use-Enchantment-Nor-ObserveTimes Dalrymple... I could load it with silver bullets." "That's werewolves, I believe," said Aziraphale. "Garlic?" "Vampires."
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