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10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 48: Pulp Fiction, 1938

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# Page Description This is an interior story page from a pulp magazine featuring prose fiction. At the top is an illustration showing a masked figure confronting another man indoors. Below that begins "The Masked Alibi" by John Gregory, a crime story about Corporal Hal Robberts of the New York State Police. The visible text describes Robberts on patrol in the snowy Adirondack forest when he's shot at by what he assumes is a poacher, then takes shelter behind a spruce tree. The story appears to be a hardboiled detective or police procedural narrative typical of early-20th-century pulp magazines.

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