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Edward had never particularly fancied a walk through Death Valley. The name itself was a fitting reminder of why only a foolish person would want to venture there. And if it weren’t absolutely necessary, he would never have come here.
Unforeseen circumstances would always come up in his line of work however.
He moved swiftly and silently like a ghost through the open fields. He was mindful of the setting sun, knowing that he would be in grave danger if he was caught out here in the dark of the night. There was something eerie about the very air he was breathing, and the mist which had settled around him baffled. It was almost unnatural, like there was some foul magic which had called upon the mist.
Edward could sense he was being watched, but that didn’t stop him. As far as he cou
