Trevor B Harper
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The cold winter winds blew past both of the hunters' hair and dropped a snowflake every minute or so as they marched through the city streets towards the local pub for a drink and warmth. After hearing that a witch had recently attacked this town, they had to come here and look for evidence, to hunt the witch down and kill her before she attacks again. The hunters sat down at a table in the pub and ordered drinks as they scanned the surroundings for people who could help them start the investigation...
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