Confessions of a Hunter


Posted on Wednesday, May 10, 2017
In: Articles
Written by: Deborah Jane Nicholas

The blood curdling screams tore through the air like a hot poker being driven into fresh snow and exceeded the sound level of a glacier calving off the Antarctic Peninsula. If those screams had been heard at 2 a.m on a housing estate in Milton Keynes the police would have been called, an ambulance…heck, it...
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