The Wager
HoraceHart As the cars left the village, the road began to climb. At first, the slope is gentle but after a while the slope steepened and the terrain became harsher; fields giving way to thick woodland. As the road narrowed, and the woods closed in, the cars slowed, their headlights cutting a swathe through the damp and cold night air. The first car, a large black one, had four male occupants in their mid-thirties, dressed in smartly cut dinner suits
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