The path before me was shrouded in darkness and only visible by the light of the moon which seemed uncommonly large and low in the dark sky above.
A cold, damp breeze swirled all around as I pulled up the collar of my long, dark overcoat to try and reduce the chill on my neck, even though I was already cold to the bone. Despite the gloves I wore, my fingers ached as I forced them to move and my breath coalesced into soft, grey clouds before my face as I plunged onward.
I had a purpose, despite my fears…
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One Dark Night – © 2019 Paul J. Fleming