It came from the heavens, a strange missile plummeting through the air. It raced toward the earth on a deadly trajectory, a big hunk of sandstone raining straight down from the sky. It was a piece of a monster: the jaw of a gargoyle that was falling from a spot more than twenty storeys above Queen Street, from high atop the clock tower of Old City Hall. It was a big, heavy chunk of the beast — likely weighing something close to a hundred pounds — more than enough to kill a person. And in its sudden plunge, it threatened to do just that.
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Attack of the City Hall Gargoyles
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It came from the heavens, a strange missile plummeting through the air. It raced toward the earth on a deadly trajectory, a big hunk of sandstone raining straight down from the sky. It was a piece of a monster: the jaw of a gargoyle that was falling from a spot more than twenty storeys above Queen Street, from high atop the clock tower of Old City Hall. It was a big, heavy chunk of the beast — likely weighing something close to a hundred pounds — more than enough to kill a person. And in its sudden plunge, it threatened to do just that.