On the night of November 2nd, 1966, a sewing machine salesman named Woodrow Derenberger was driving home on Interstate 77 outside Parkersburg, West Virginia, when a craft shaped like an old kerosene lamp passed his van and slowed to a stop in front of it. The man who stepped out wore a dark overcoat over a glistening green uniform and an extraordinarily broad grin, and he gave his name as Indrid Cold without ever saying a word out loud.
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