Dusk was fast approaching the small “Norman Rockwell” style town of Hardwicke. The snow was falling at about an inch an hour as the golden winter sun set over the hills that surrounded the town like sentries guarding a palace. Although the middle-aged man drove as slow as possible in four-wheel drive, the winding roads were starting to get slicker the further down the road he traveled.
First Lines Contest 2018: Wicked Game of the Hunter
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