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Hell on a Dark and Dangerous Road

Missy should have left hours ago. She knew better than to try and make it up the mountain after dark. It was late autumn, and once the sun set, the weather could turn on a whisper. Twice, she had tried […]

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Hell on a Dark and Dangerous Road

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Missy should have left hours ago. She knew better than to try and make it up the mountain after dark. It was late autumn, and once the sun set, the weather could turn on a whisper. Twice, she had tried […]

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