GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: THE MILKING
Hal Hefner Hal Hefner

GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: THE MILKING

One night, the milk turned blue.

At first, no one noticed. The cows still grazed, the barn lights flickered in their usual rhythm, and the machines kept churning their daily song.

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GOD HATES HEAVY METAL:THE GIFT
Hal Hefner Hal Hefner

GOD HATES HEAVY METAL:THE GIFT

Emily’s phone buzzed—Jill. Her cousin’s name glowed on the screen like a ghost from the past. They hadn’t spoken in five years. The message was simple: I’ve been thinking about you. I miss you so much. I’m back in New York. Join me this weekend in Woodstock. It will change your life.

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