Part 1 – The Hunter’s Prey – by E.P. Marcellin
The thrumming of insects and the incessant babble of little frogs pulsated through the swamp, a continuous sound blanket that masked the hunter’s footfalls. Laurin didn’t mind the noise, except for that mosquito buzzing around his head, ever out of reach, the whining whir of its wings raising his hackles. If it distracted him at the critical moment, he could be the prey, instead of the hunter.
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