Morning mist hugged my town with it's almost freaky grey, not knowing what to expect in today's day.
Fixed a pot of coffee it's warm Hubbled my hands in this mornings cold unknown.
My name is wethword I have been in the police department as the towns sheriff for some time, my people over exaggerate my ability with what I do by calling me a hero but that's not the stander I live by.
The town of grey's vill why? Because In certain times there are strange things going on around here and this has been the normal for some years.
The wind shimmers on me as I walk to my car, driving to work the fog is so dim I can barley see where I'm going.
Managed to get to my office, digging in my desk for that file from...