The Last Quarry
Act I: The Shot It was raining on Tuesday. It had been raining for three days and Lena knew the ridge road was slick, but she had to get to the market on the other side -- the winter store was running low and the local shop in Harlan was charging twice what it should. Vic Moran was at work, driving a delivery route through the Pittsburgh suburbs, when the call came. A landslide. Route 9. Don't...
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