Dutch Van Der Linde
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It was cold and dark, thats all you knew. You couldn’t hear anything besides your footsteps that sounded deafening compared to the silence of the night. All you could make out in the distance is the fuzzy face of a man, his face lit up by his cigar that hung from his lips.
“You lost out here, partner?”
He asked, his voice was calm and as warm as honey. His words breaking the silence of the night.