Caldwell Conversion Uppercut Precision
CALDWELL CONVERSION UPPERCUT PRECISION (See also, CALDWELL CONVERSION PISTOL, PISTOL) The few surviving Caldwell Conversion Uppercut Pistols proved exceedingly popular to a certain niche, whose primary need was a way to stabilize the weapon's recoil. Though not enough demand existed for the Caldwell company to manufacture variants, some independent gunsmiths began to craft stock attachments for the weapon.
Letter to Unknown
Author: Elliot Schneider
Single loose sheet, 8.5 x 11 in.
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Dearest husband, I desperately hope our time apart is coming to an end.
It is with utmost gravity that I must ask you to refrain from sharing these letters with our child. These tales may strike you as daring and fanciful, but they are all of them true. Every sun sets against the cries from the dead, and every sun rises against the bellows of the deathless.
My hands and arms are still bloodied from last night's hunting. Please believe your spouse when I say that the hellspawn are real, they are violent, and they are worthy of your fear. All of my heavenly rewards are long spent, but I am near to achieving the funds I require only two more successful forays into the bayou before we can be reunited. This city belongs to Abaddon now, and my heart will be relieved to be free of it.
Henry Monroe and I will have our quarry soon. His Romero and my Uppercut are a formidable duo, more so now that I have found a smith to affix a stock, but I fear for his sanity. It seems he recognizes more of these demons every day, whispering their names under his breath as he raises the glass shard over his head to strike
For the first time, I saw his hand falter yesterday. I surely owe him my life a few times over, but mark my words that there would have been no salvation for him without me. That beast wouldn't have lost its nerve, though it seemed curiously docile for but a moment when Henry whispered a name. I didn't hear what it was over my gunshot. I've seen these things maim and kill and devour, so I take no risks out in the swamp. Heard the bastard's name later though, as Monroe muttered it all through the night. William, it was.
All my love and pain, Elliot
