A new hero.
A hero that believes in the chivalrous codes that define what a hero should be.
A hero that has tasted the stench of evil’s darkness yet has also touched the good in men’s hearts.
A hero that rewards as well as punishes.
A hero that battles street crimes as well as that which crosses supernatural dimensions.
The hero is NIGHTLINGER and the shadows are his domain.
From one troubled person to the next the plain black business cards with the gold lettering are passed.
"I had a problem like yours once," the donor confesses. "This card got me out of it."
There is only an address on the card, to the Haunted Bookshop in Minneapolis, where a fat man named Stick sits behind the counter. This fat man will patiently listen to your tale of woe, may even ask you a question or two, but in the end all he will do is wish you well, leaving you nothing to do except to go home.
Sometimes nothing happens to rectify a problem; more often than not, the predicament is resolved. Permanently. In the latter case a letter appears in your mail requesting a small donation to support the Haunted Bookshop. Most folks are only too happy to comply.
For awhile after this you carry the cared around in your wallet or your purse. You might even forget it is in there. Until one day when someone tells you their tale of woe, and you instinctively reply, "I had a problem like yours once."
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