The Hunter
The hunter crouches in his blind.
'Neath camouflage of every kind.
This grown-up man, with luck and pluck,
Is hoping to outwit a duck.
--Ogden Nash
The Shadow
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Dampness lingers in the midnight air. Nearby, an unidentifiable sound
pricks at your nerves, repeating every few seconds. Your breath catches in
your thr...
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