The Hunter, CH. I


The night was dark and stormy. The clouds hung low in the air as if to cover what was about to happen from sight of the heavens. The Sahara Desert hugged the horizon on every side with its vast liquid arms, every gust of wind puffed a little cloud of skin off of its surface. Twirls and spirals of dust.

Pebbles seemed to levitate. The creatures of the cold desert were hunkered away in preemptive fear. Every brush of dust and crack of tension received no response. The Sahara was scared.

For tonight was not the night of natural law. No, this night was ruled by something else. Something unholy… and dead.

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