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Night lay over the hills like a thick pelt, heavy and matted with mist. Joseph Signet guided his truck along the narrow mountain road, the headlights slicing a thin, trembling path through the dark.
The forest crowded close on both sides, branches leaning inward as though eavesdropping on his passage. Even the air felt watchful.
By Fauna BlakewellNight lay over the hills like a thick pelt, heavy and matted with mist. Joseph Signet guided his truck along the narrow mountain road, the headlights slicing a thin, trembling path through the dark.
The forest crowded close on both sides, branches leaning inward as though eavesdropping on his passage. Even the air felt watchful.