The sun is slowly dragging its way out of the earth and up the trunks of the black gum trees and loblolly pines when a silent figure appears from out of the fog. Ashen like the floor of a crematorium, hollow eye sockets all but a rebuke to the wan coastal light filtering through the leaves, the interloper gets within a few yards of his prey before the young woman suddenly realizes that she’s no longer alone in the clearing.
Enter Sandman.
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