The Whispers in the Woods
Everything about his face seemed more harsh, his cheekbones were more chiselled, his chin and nose more pointed.
There were two men with him, but they were nothing to write home about. Roughly the same height, but nowhere near the same in attire. They were there as the muscle and were dressed as such. One was as skinny as the branch I was sitting on, with blonde hair, and he kept whipping his head around like he was expecting trouble. It was obvious he wanted to be anywhere else. The other goon was wearing the tightest tee I had ever seen, and it showed off his muscles. He was the biggest one there by far and looked almost like a bodybuilder. I wondered if the tee was to make his strength ob
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