The moonlight shone down silver on a small, sleepy town on the outskirts of Colorado. I arrived just as the humans of the town were settling down, which meant that night-walkers, creatures like me, were out and about.
Almost six foot of pure, sexy half-elf form, my slick boots and lithe figure slipped through the little town unnoticed
First Lines Contest 2018: The Witch
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